Although the scene was exceptionally bizarre, the Senluo Ruins, which appeared once every twenty years, still held an immense allure for Martial Artists. The four red-haired men exchanged a glance before leaping into the air. With a flip of their wrists, they each produced a small, crimson wooden Snake Carving—the very token required to enter the Senluo Ruins.
Without waiting for the others to enter with them, the four plunged headfirst into the distorted Spatial Rift. With a flash of black light, their figures vanished from everyone's sight.
GULP...
Sounds of swallowing could be heard from the surrounding crowd. After the four entered, not a single one of the twenty-six chosen individuals dared to be the first to follow. Mu Chen glanced at Feng Shanshan beside him, his expression a little grim. He sent a Spiritual Transmission, 'This Blood Python Family is truly bizarre.'
