Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but ask, "Old Bai and Old Hei, what kind of place would have such a Blood Spring?"
Old Bai, Wu Fengxian, said in a deep voice, "Little guy, do you know the origin of these Blood Springs? There wouldn't be Blood Springs in this world without reason, after all, the water from these springs is actual blood. Generally, these so-called Blood Springs are crafted by cultivators."
"Underneath each Blood Spring are tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of corpses. The blood water emerging from these springs comes from these corpses, and a special formation is constructed within the entire Blood Spring, allowing the spring to circulate continuously as long as the blood water isn't deliberately absorbed."
Upon hearing Old Bai Wu Fengxian's words, Ye Chenfeng was shocked. If each Blood Spring has tens of thousands of corpses at its base, how many people would it take to create 108 Blood Springs? It's an unimaginably large number. Who could be so ruthless?
