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"It's the one in the center."

When he saw where the blood droplets reached, Ling Jian's eyes narrowed slightly. Through the short instant where the blood droplets flowed into the air, he could faintly feel that the air in the well was somewhat berserk.

Clearly, this was a trend of increasing his strength.

Thirty droplets of blood entered the well, and the well swallowed them immediately