The wind in the mountains was always very refreshing. Zhao Hai stood on the top of Lanxiang mountain. He did not make much decorations. He just stood there, dressed like an ordinary rogue cultivator. He looked like an ordinary rogue cultivator who had just finished a mission and was resting on the mountain.
At that moment, a rustling sound was heard. At the same time, a fishy smell suddenly spread through the mountain. The rustling sound was getting closer and closer. Soon, the plants around Zhao Hai began to shake. It was as if something was causing them to feel extremely afraid.
If someone carefully observed the grass, they would find that there were countless poisonous insects running forward in the grass. There were all kinds of poisonous insects, and some of them were even natural enemies. But now, they were like an Army, rushing in one direction and moving very fast.
