Actually, both Marshall Morgan and Nolan Rhodes were not in good shape, both injured, with blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
The two gritted their teeth and sprinted forward.
Before long, they had run several hundred miles.
"Not good, ahead is the Cruor Grotto."
The elder from Zenith Sword Sect shouted.
"Stop immediately, entering the Cruor Grotto will be certain death for you!"
"Quickly stop them, and find out Victor Morgan's whereabouts."
Other members of Zenith Sword Sect shouted one after another.
Ahead, not far away, the land was shrouded in fog, with a mist of blood steaming, boundless.
One glance and it was clearly a place of great danger.
"Cruor Grotto?"
Marshall Morgan frowned, he had never heard of it.
Looking at Nolan Rhodes, she also had a puzzled look.
"No matter, seeing that the people from Zenith Sword Sect seem very afraid, the more dangerous the place, the easier it is to escape!"
Marshall Morgan decided to rush in.
