Lin Zifeng never believed in supernatural stories about ghosts, thinking that although this cold wind was a bit unusual, it was just because of years of disrepair and no ventilation, resulting in slightly chilly air inside.
Taking a torch from the carried bag, Lin Zifeng snapped his fingers, a golden light flashed, and in the originally dark Human Sacrifice Tower, a light rose.
By the light, the two of them saw the scene before them clearly, causing Lin Zifeng's right hand, holding the torch, to suddenly tremble.
Lin Zifeng looked pale, his body slightly trembling, while Dongfang Ziyue had already turned her head, almost retching.
"This... it's actually a Blood Pond!" Lin Zifeng's voice was shocked, the reflection in his eyes full of ghostly crimson red.
In front of them was a pool platform with a radius of about ten meters, rolling with blood. From a distance, Lin Zifeng could feel the heavy stench emanating from it.
