Ye Qingyu could intuitively sense that Xing'er's blood had a mysterious effect. After it was tossed out, the seeping killing intent in the landscape all around all retreated, or perhaps it could be said that the killing formations hidden within this beautiful scenery fell into a half slumbering state.

Using fresh blood to open the way?

Ye Qingyu began to understand.

After walking forward for a bit.

A swathe of forest appeared.

In the tight and clustered forest, there was a slab trail heading up.

This little slab path was like it was natural. On the two sides of the trail, there were wildflowers. The silver white stone slabs connecting together seemed like there was a little snake travelling throughout the forest, that was slowly climbing up a gentle mountain slope.

The killing intent coming from the landscape all around once again gradually increased.

The feeling of being enveloped by such a killing intent, was extremely awful.

It was like this entire world was a painting scroll. Ye Qingyu and Xing'er were like two little worms lying on the painting scroll within it. An invisible force was currently distorting this beautiful scroll, and Ye Qingyu and Xing'er...