As Ye Feng sat cross-legged, he was naturally unaware of the myriad thoughts in the hearts of the old figures at the place of bones.
He had already fully immersed himself in the absorption, as the energy from the Blood Cloud was being slowly absorbed by him.
The aura within his body grew increasingly vigorous, and as the fresh breath turned even colder, a certain sharpness and majestic presence swirled around Ye Feng.
As time passed and the energy from the Blood Cloud absorbed by Ye Feng became sufficiently substantial, a tiny vortex had already formed around him.
The appearance of this vortex immediately turned Ye Feng's body crimson. At the place where he stood, a thick and extreme bloody aura surged, along with a fierce, frenzied, and slaughtering presence, following the vortex's enlargement and intensification and bringing about a series of changes.
