Since slaying the owner of the Azure Lightning Sword and his dozen subordinates three days ago, Zheng Ming had not encountered a single enemy.
Compared to the consistent ambushes he faced upon entering the Nine Thousand Li Vast Wasteland, where he was attacked at least three or four times a day, this was highly abnormal.
Zheng Ming did not believe that those who wanted to kill him had given up on their intent to do so. If these people had not given up and were not appearing, it could only mean they were gathering strength.
Ahead of him lay an even more ferocious battle.
Zheng Ming's gaze swept around the large tree a few times before he, like a hawk, quickly descended and ascended around it.
In just a few breaths' time, Zheng Ming sat back on the large tree. However, this time, he did not maintain his state of vigilance but closed his eyes to cultivate.
