In the dense forest, Lin Sheng softened his footsteps and silently turned back.
Molten form power slowly spread over his skin, suppressing the fluctuations of his vital blood and divine soul to a minimum.
The rank smell of humus mingled with the thick stench of decay and washed over him.
On either side, twisted trees spread their branches, swaying slowly in the shadows.
His steps were light. After traveling some ten-odd miles, he picked up sounds through his perception.
A savage roar from an Eerie Beast rang out, accompanied by screams of shock and fury.
It seemed the disciples of Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain had disturbed a lurking Eerie Beast.
Lin Sheng shifted, immediately pressing himself against a ghost-faced tree beside him.
Three figures in dark robes were striding over. Dozens of pitch-black venomous insects clung to each man's shoulders, their antennae trembling slightly. They were one of Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain's scattered search teams.
Their leader had a brutish face and a sallow complexion, with a venom pouch hanging at his waist. His aura was substantial, his cultivation at the Erosion Martial fourth realm. Clearly a minor captain, he was cursing under his breath.
"Watch yourselves. Don't disturb those Eerie Beasts. Search carefully. The hall master said that brat is badly injured and can't have gone far! Whoever finds his trail first gets three Poison Spirit Pills!"
As the three searched, the venomous-spider disks in their hands spun rapidly. Fine strands of poisonous silk spread in every direction, about to sweep across the tree trunk where Lin Sheng was hiding.
The speed of their search surpassed his expectations.
Lin Sheng's gaze darkened slightly.
Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain's methods really could not be underestimated.
With a thought, he flicked a fingertip almost imperceptibly.
An extremely faint trace of flesh aura,