The Strain Of Blood Grass!

Ye Chen let out a deep Sigh of relief.

The concern he felt for not having a battle against the blood whip scorpion faded away in thin air.

"Lightning Steps Skill."

With a leap, Ye Chen entered the field of rubble. Dashing in the direction of the 'Blood Grass' field, the lake was almost dried by Meimei and blood whip scorpions energy's coercion. He smashed his legs on the ground, and quickly run in the direction of the frozen blood lake to grab the Blood Grass. Meimei and the blood whip scorpion have completely immersed in a fierce battle, they couldn't able to sense Ye Chen's weak vital energy. 

"This… is this a blood grass?" Ye Chen looks at the crimson red grass before him in astonishment. With that blood, the grass was still glowing in this devasted and dark place with luminescence red light. The grass was completely drench in blood as he could clearly smell the thick scent of blood coming from it.