The vast plain spread before him was a dark red color, embodying a sense of heaviness and oppression.
If one carefully perceived it, one could even detect faint traces of Blood Evil Aura from the dark red soil.
It was unclear whether the soil was naturally that color, or if it had been stained by fresh blood.
Across the boundless Blood-colored Plain, a figure moved as fast as lightning, swiftly crossing the landscape.
This figure moved like a ghost, each appearance found hundreds of meters away.
Moreover, what was even more eerie was the terrifying silence of the figure; there was no sound, only the gentle breeze which, when it stirred, caused the figure to disappear in an instant.
From the fleeting glimpses of the figure's retreating form, one could barely make out that this was a very young person.
This figure was naturally Lin Xuan.
He had initially come to the Blood Domain Great Plain, intending to fly through the air.
