Tong Xinglong's explanation was rather redundant.
The moment Xia Hong saw the bright red bloodstain, he already had a rough idea.
Cold Beast Blood is typically a dark green. Seeing a bloodstain as red as human blood was a first for Xia Hong.
"Is the blood of intermediate Cold Beasts red?"
With this suspicion, Xia Hong stared at the blood on the arrowhead for a long time, then impulsively reached out to touch it.
"Big brother!"
"Leader, be careful."
Just having suffered from a mishap, Tong Xinglong and his brother quickly admonished him, as did Xia Chuan.
But Xia Hong just shook his head, not stopping, he proceeded to touch it.
Since hitting the Mouse King last night, at least thirty hours had passed, yet the blood on the arrowhead still remained distinctly liquid.
Sizzle...
A wisp of blue smoke rose from his fingertips; the intense burning pain shot through his mind, but Xia Hong's hand did not flinch, and instead, his face showed immense excitement rather than fear.
