After walking for a while, Heath suddenly frowned.
"This spiritual reaction is..."
Although his spiritual power was temporarily sealed due to the Ortena Deodorant, it did not prevent the spiritual power from entering his body.
Just now, he clearly felt a weak spiritual power coming from the front.
It was his own kind, a Wizard.
'There are other Wizards here?'
Heath raised his guard and carefully moved towards the direction of the spiritual force. After passing through the two vines, he finally saw the thing that was transmitting spiritual force.
However, it was not the Wizard that Heath had guessed. It was only because of a cloth that was about to be torn.
Heath was stunned, he walked over and picked up the rag to take a look. "The cloth woven by Old Nettle should belong to a Wizard. It should be a cloak-type Wizard tool. Was it a left behind Wizard's cloak? From the traces, it should be a battle that happened here before."
