Nearly half a month had passed.
Lu Yang finally climbed over the last mountain and arrived beside the Great Rift in the central region of the Doomsday Mountains. Looking at the faint points of light emerging from the bottomless depths below, he did not hurry down. Instead, he carefully observed his surroundings.
Whenever he arrived somewhere unfamiliar, Lu Yang always first checked whether anyone had been there before. Especially in a special open area like this, where anyone could enter, he had to investigate first. Otherwise, he might be killed without even knowing who had done it.
"Something is wrong here." The Blazing Demon God looked around and frowned. "The Flame Spirit Guardians pass through here every day. They should have left behind a great deal of information. There's no way I shouldn't be able to sense it, yet there's nothing here now."
Braving a hundred times gravity, Lu Yang walked into a patch of flame grass nearby and carefully examined the condition of the burning grass. A cold smile appeared on his face as he said, "It looks like humans have been here, and they didn't want us to know it."
Deep within the flame grass, there remained a faint footprint, and its size was exactly the same as a human's.
The Blazing Demon God stared at the footprint and said, "I still can't sense anything, but I think I know who it was."
"Zuo Feng," Lu Yang and the Blazing Demon God said together.
The Blazing Demon God said, "After they passed through here, they probably used Earth Magic to restore the ground, then used Wind Magic to disperse their scent and Space Magic to conceal their auras. Zuo Feng's aura must have been blocked by Space Magic as well. Otherwise, there's no way I wouldn't sense him."