"The Formation Eye of the medicine garden is just ahead. Stay alert."
"Mm."
Their gains had not dispelled the two's vigilance. If anything, the more they obtained, the more vigilant Wang Yu became, paying attention to the slightest stir of wind or grass.
At last.
One of the Formation Eyes of the Heavenly Soul Medicine Garden was faintly in sight.
Because the blood mist was far too dense, even with the support of the Grand Yin Nether Eye, he could only see a range of six or seven meters. Long Yiran was even worse off; she could only see about two meters.
The Qi Gazing Golden Eyes seemed equally helpless against this blood mist. Or rather, its effect had never been in that area to begin with.
The two groped their way forward.
Suddenly—
Long Yiran slammed headfirst into Wang Yu's back. She realized the man in front of her had gone rigid.
"What is it, Brother... Wang..."
Her voice grew weaker and weaker, all because in the blood mist ahead, two crimson eyes like lanterns were staring at them. It was not as tall as the Blood Corpse Giant, but it was still a dozen or so meters high.
Two streams of murky red air sprayed out from beneath those eyes.
Like exhaled breath.
Blood mist curled around it, scattering with the movements of that massive shadow. A towering old ginseng came into view, grayish-brown all over and covered in countless wrinkles. Its chin was thick with ginseng roots.
Atop its head was a twelve-petaled green leaf. Its head, body, even hands and feet were all chubby and round. If not for that wrinkled face looking far too much like an old man's, calling it a giant infant would not have been excessive.
"Gulp—"
Long Yiran swallowed and said