Han Lin led the way ahead, with his figure hidden.
Jiang Ding followed behind, also invisible, and even more thoroughly so.
Along the journey, odd insects occasionally passed by, or Qiyu Sect disciples fought with them, but neither noticed the two men, who moved at a slightly slower pace.
It must be said, the two shared similarities in their combat style.
Several hours later, Han Lin led Jiang Ding, still in stealth, to a winding stream and stopped to look around carefully.
"Here?"
Jiang Ding blinked in surprise.
He had passed this place at least several times, and his Divine Sense and Sword Intent, along with the Hundred Beasts Talisman, had searched every nook and cranny without finding anything.
"A formation? At least a third-order Illusion, or even a Space Shifting Formation!"
Jiang Ding felt a chill in his heart.
Such things were what he tried his best to avoid; upon sighting them, he would hasten to escape.
