"Finally survived."
Li Heng plopped down on the ground with a sigh.
They had almost been swallowed whole by the monsters conjured from pure pollution, but luckily, at the critical moment, Han Zhan extended a helping hand.
"Aren't you all priests of the Jiuli Race? Why do you seem so powerless and end up in such a sorry state?"
Seeing Li Heng in this state, Li Lingzhen couldn't help but ask.
It was clear that even with both Li Heng and Li Wu fighting the monsters together, they barely held their ground. If it weren't for Han Zhan's intervention, their prospects would have been grim.
"You can't blame them."
"This is the Blood Pool, the sacred ground of the Jiuli Race."
Han Zhan glanced at the fallen Li Heng and Li Wu, who were gasping for breath, and he began to piece together the situation.
"What's so special about the Jiuli Race's sacred ground?" Li Lingzhen was still a bit confused.
