In the wilderness, a Spirit Hedgehog cautiously pushed aside the stones blocking its burrow entrance and poked its head out from its hiding place.
Though its body was covered in sharp quills and it feared no ferocious beasts such as wolves or foxes, it had natural predators of its own.
Every outing was therefore a risk.
The Spirit Hedgehog had poor eyesight, but its hearing and sense of smell were exceptionally keen. It extended its round fleshy nose, sniffing the scents carried by the wind to determine whether enemies lurked nearby.
Suddenly, the short ears hidden among its quills pricked up.
It heard a most peculiar sound, rushing from afar into its ears.
It was a sound this Spirit Hedgehog had never heard in its entire life. It could not help freezing, then its round black eyes widened, blood vessels appearing within them.
In mere moments, its eyes were bloodshot, and its body rapidly swelled like a balloon.
The next instant, with a muffled bang, it exploded into a cloud of bloody mist.
Yet the strange sound from afar did not fade. Carried by the wind, it spread farther into the distance.
Several dozen li away, a group of seven Rogue Cultivators happened to be passing through.
They had come to hunt in the wilderness, but unfortunately, their luck had been poor today. So far, they had not encountered any worthwhile prey.
The cultivator walking at the front suddenly stopped. He cocked his ear and listened for a moment, then stood there in a daze.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?"
The people behind him were puzzled and could not help giving him a shove.
The shoved cultivator abruptly turned around, his eyes scarlet from edge to edge, and swung his palm down heavily upon the other.
Caught off guard, the cultivator