C2094 Planted Cultivation

"Drip!"

In the blood-colored ancient battlefield of the Land of the Dragon's Tomb, a drop of blood dripped down from an unknown blood-red grass. It fell deeply into the ground and completely dissipated.

Chen Fan was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

On the ground