Wei He had already run halfway down the mountain.
From how new the bronze furnace was, along with the tables, chairs, torches, and even the inner walls, all of them newly made, he had determined that the earthen fort had been built only recently.
Moreover, even the tables and chairs were new, and there were hardly any footprints on the surrounding ground.
Beneath the cage was a pitch-black tunnel, and an odd beastly smell wafted from its entrance.
All these arrangements involuntarily brought a particular structure to his mind: a trap cage.
He made a swift decision and immediately withdrew.
"Stop!"
A squad of white-clad fat men suddenly emerged from the dark woods ahead.
Two enormous fat men nearly three meters tall led the way, each followed by two of the same white-clad fat men Wei He had killed before.
They met on a narrow path, with pairs of green-eyed wolf packs on both sides.
Wei He's sharp five senses immediately detected that the blood and qi within the two massive fat men before him surged like a roaring flood, wildly exaggerated.
Their intensity and quality far surpassed Second Stage Qi and Blood.
Every one of the fat men fixed their eyes on Wei He.
The gazes of the two huge fat men at the front alone made Wei He's skin tighten and sting.
Those two were definitely Third Stage Qi and Blood!
His heart pounded like a drum. He knew trouble had come. The back side of Shaoyang Mountain truly was exceedingly dangerous. Fortunately, he had never dared risk coming here before, or he would have been finished long ago.
"What are you doing going down the mountain alone?" the large fat man on the left asked, looking at the round white-clad figure opposite him.
It was too dark