Boom!
As Ye Xuan reached the end, a bloodstained hand large enough to grasp him appeared out of thin air, reaching fiercely towards him.
But just as the bloodstained hand was about to touch Ye Xuan, it suddenly halted.
"Your opportunity has come."
Ye Xuan said casually.
The bloodstained hand slowly receded, clearing the path.
Ye Xuan stepped forward, walked out of the end.
What met his eyes was the boundless blood sea boiling.
And in that fierce blood sea, countless blood hands were floating and sinking.
At the center, blood hands piled up into an enormous, tightly clenching fist.
As if venting anger to Heaven.
"You came."
A deep and low voice transmitted from the blood sea, carrying an overwhelming stench of blood towards Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan didn't make any movement, that power naturally dispersed.
"Have you decided yet?"
Ye Xuan said, eyes indifferent, neither rushed nor slow.
The enormous blood fist trembled, then a voice came forth: "I don't trust you."
