This place was a dense forest, a necessary route to return to Qian Country. Taking a detour would require three to five extra days of travel.
At the moment, both Fang Lin and Elder Su were amidst the forest. A dangerous aura permeated the area, and both of them immediately sensed something was amiss.
The surroundings were too quiet. Even the chirping of insects and song of birds was absent, an abnormal occurrence for such a dense forest.
Elder Su's face was solemn. His aged demeanor had disappeared, replaced by an intense ferocity.
"Whoever is hiding here, come out!" Elder Su roared, his gaze fixed in a particular direction where faint traces of fluctuating aura were coming from.
Fang Lin also looked serious. Without saying a word, he immediately gripped a large bone club in his hand and put on a dark black battle armor.
This dark black armor was taken from Zhao Shenkong's Nine Palace Bag, it served as an excellent defensive artifact.
