Ye Qiu's heart trembled as he looked at the blood-red world in front of him. The desire to kill in his heart became stronger. His entire head seemed to be about to explode.
"Damn it!" With a curse, the righteous energy in Ye Qiu's body erupted and blocked this corrosive bewitching power. In that second just now, he had almost lost his nature and become a puppet for killing.
Just as Ye Qiu had guessed, there was indeed a secret in this cave. Otherwise, that ancient ferocious spirit would not have risked its life to protect it. As he walked deeper into the cave, Ye Qiu felt the blood in his body continuously corroded with every step he took.
Something seemed to have changed.