Chen Feng didn't know what Zhan Hao was thinking, and he had no interest in knowing.
Now he has reached the last level.
There is nothing here except the surging red mist.
"Where is the blood pool?" Chen Feng looked around and saw only red mist.
"It hasn't appeared yet?" Chen Feng murmured to himself, waiting quietly.
He ignored the red mist around him and sat on a corner of the high platform, quietly recovering from his injuries.
As time went by, the red surrounding it became more and more intense, rolling like a monster with teeth and claws.
Chen Feng ignored this scene and continued to practice quietly. No matter what situation he would encounter next, only strong strength could guarantee that he could face any situation.
Suddenly Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked in front of him, where a blood-red shadow appeared.
The robe made of blood, the blood-red hair, and the whole person seemed to be carved from blood.
He looked at Chen Feng quietly with a smile on his face, looking like an amiable old man.
"Are you the winner this time?" The old man looked at Chen Feng with a smile.
"Yes." Chen Feng stood up and looked at the old man neither humble nor overbearing.
"That's right." The old man nodded, but a trace of regret flashed in his eyes: "It would be great if you were one of my clan members."
"You know I'm not from the Zhan tribe?"
"Only foreigners can activate me." The old man looked at Chen Feng and answered him patiently.
"Since you passed the test, you should be the winner of the blood pool this time." The old man looked at Chen Feng and said, "But because you are a foreigner, you need to pass a test."
Chen Feng nodded and agreed without saying anything. Even if he was dissatisfied, what could he do?
Seeing Chen Feng agree, the old man turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Chen Feng.
Chen Feng subconsciously was about to take action, but the stream of light that the old man transformed into turned into a blood-red light curtain the moment it approached him, directly covering him.
"What's going on?" Chen Feng was confused. He stood in the light curtain and nothing happened.
Chen Feng took a tentative step, but when the stars changed, the world turned upside down. He was like a drop of duckweed in the sea. No matter how strong he was, he could only bear it passively.
Gradually, Chen Feng's consciousness became blurred, and he couldn't help but want to fall asleep.
"Chen Feng, Chen Feng?" A familiar call sounded in my ears.
Chen Feng opened his eyes and saw Li Jiajia wearing a floral dress, bending over and patting his arm.
Seeing that he woke up, a bright smile burst out on Li Jiajia's face, she threw herself into his arms and rubbed her head against his chest like a kitten.
"Chen Feng, you scared me to death. You've been sleeping for so long." Li Jiajia hugged his neck tightly, staring at him with her big watery eyes, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Chen Feng." Li Jiajia stretched out her hand and waved in front of Chen Feng's eyes, frowning and looking confused and worried: "What's wrong with you?"
She stretched out her hand and touched Chen Feng's forehead and said to herself: "You don't have a fever. What's going on?"
"Jiajia?" Chen Feng's voice was a little hoarse. He looked at the smart-looking woman in front of him, a flash of pain in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Chen Feng?" Li Jiajia tilted her head and looked at him curiously.
"It's nothing." Chen Feng shook his head, but in the next second he took action like lightning, grabbed Li Jiajia's neck and lifted him up.