Chu Feng steadied his spirit and softly, quietly, squeezed through the crack between two Tree Demons.
The roots of the two Tree Demons moved ever so slightly, and a tiny gap appeared between the large open mouths on their trunks.
But in that split-second, Chu Feng had already slipped inside.
Without detecting anything amiss, the Tree Demons soon settled down again.
Now, Chu Feng found himself in front of a structure built by the Bloodskin Wraith Demons.
From a distance, it was indistinct, but now, up close, he realized—
This was no mere thatched hut; it was more akin to a workshop made of tree trunks and thatch, with a height of seven or eight meters!
The Bloodskin Wraith Demons were significantly taller than the Human Race, so their rudimentary wooden door resembled a factory gate for humans, standing over five meters tall.
At this point, the effect of Wind Concealment had only 10 seconds left!
Under the pressure of time, Chu Feng flashed into the half-open gate.
