"Hiss..."
Watching the white silk-like mist wandering in the pitch-dark forest in front of him, Su Heng's pupils contracted.
The leopard was powerful, and it wasn't even the real body of the mist demon.
How formidable must the real mist demon be?
Not right!
Upon closer thought, Su Heng felt there was a flaw in this idea.
He was here now, and since the mist demon was determined to kill him, if it still had the strength, it could simply send another puppet to deal with him.
But the fact was...
After the leopard was mortally wounded by Su Heng, there was no more movement from the mist demon; instead, it actively used the fog to block a large area of the forest.
The true coward was not Su Heng, but rather the mist demon in the forest.
"With the leopard fallen, the mist demon is also significantly injured. Should I take this chance to explore Heikui Mountain again, perhaps I'll find the mist demon's real body."
Such a thought rose in Su Heng's mind.
