Zhao Hai rested in his small courtyard for a day. He woke up early the next morning and left the bloody massacre city. He walked towards the outskirts of the island and arrived at a small island in no time. It was a crab's hind leg. Zhao Hai looked around and saw no one. The cultivators from various sects were all cultivating in their rooms on the island. No one would come here if there was nothing.
Zhao Hai didn't find anyone. Then, he flew up and slowly fell into the blood sea. After a while, he fell into the blood sea. As soon as he entered the blood sea, Zhao Hai felt that he was surrounded by a cold, wet mist with a slight bloody smell. However, he did not care and continued to fall into the blood sea. After falling for about 100 meters, he felt that he had stepped on something. Zhao Hai stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground.
