In a deep, secluded mountain ravine.
Zhu Ping frowned, shaking off the pieces of snake flesh that had splattered onto the corner of his robes.
Using that strange Small Flag Formation of four poles, he had once again successfully turned the tables and killed several Demon Snakes that had tried to ambush him.
And in the process, he had picked a Blood Floating Luo.
'Four more to go...' Zhu Ping let out a small sigh of relief, carefully storing away this sixth Blood Floating Luo.
This godforsaken place was humid and sweltering. Every extra moment spent here made one's skin crawl.
Just as he was complaining inwardly, his gaze was drawn to a pitch-black cave on the side of the ravine, dozens of meters high.
His nostrils twitched. He caught a whiff of an incredibly rich and unusual fragrance of Blood Floating Luo wafting from it.
It was far more mellow and intense than any of the ones he had picked outside.
