In the depths of the dense forest, Song Lixin and his four companions paused atop a large tree, no longer pushing forward.
The blood trail had abruptly vanished at this location, and the Yellow Spirit Monkey that had been pursued for half a day was nowhere to be seen; the reason for this was unknown.
Leading the group, Song Lixin scrutinized the dense forest ahead with meticulous eyes.
At this moment, the forest was eerily silent, with an unsettling air hanging in the still atmosphere.
Furrowing his brows, Song Lixin formed hand seals with both hands, casting several spells in quick succession that shot directly into the forest in front of them.
Waves of energy shattered the shrubbery in the vicinity of a hundred acres, felling swathes of trees cut at midsection—huge trees over thirty feet tall toppled in all directions, kicking up clouds of dust that obscured the vision of the group temporarily.
