The sacred flame's perception of blood far surpasses my own.
With the sacred flame like this, Shi Feng becomes even more serious and vigilant.
"Drip! Drip! Drip!"
Every sound of blood dripping echoes by his ear, causing Shi Feng's heart to tremble slightly.
And just at this moment, "Drip, drip, drip!"
"Drip, drip, drip!"
"Drip, drip, drip!"
The originally slow sound of blood dripping suddenly becomes extremely rapid at this moment, as if the speed of dripping increases fiercely.
Upon hearing this strange sound, Shi Feng's expression again moves fiercely, and simultaneously, a cry of alarm resonates again within him: "It's coming!"
This alarmed cry naturally comes from the sacred flame.
In the next moment, Shi Feng suddenly raises his head to look upwards, and immediately, his expression changes dramatically. He sees drops of crimson, strange blood dripping from the dark sky.
