"Lion King and Tiger King are here!"
Meng Chao lay prone on the ground, his right ear pressed tightly to the floor. The Spirit Magnetic Material attached to his auricle immediately unfurled, like a tiny radar station, searching for every scrap of information coming from deep within the decks and bulkheads.
After breaking through to the Deity Realm, Meng Chao's senses had become sharp beyond compare.
Especially in the dark, silent depths underground, not even the faintest tremor could escape his auditory system.
And Lion King and Tiger King, bringing a large force with them and brimming with killing intent, had never been in the habit of concealing their presence or tiptoeing around.
After entering the Holy Mountain Temple, their overly heavy footsteps, made so by excitement, naturally reached Meng Chao's ears with perfect clarity.
Meng Chao could even distinguish the different footsteps of the Raging Lion Warriors and Fierce Tiger Warriors, caused by their differing builds and walking habits.
Thus, he could determine their numbers and positions.
Combined with the "Hope's three-dimensional structural blueprint" that the last researcher had poured into the depths of his brain before dying,
he immediately added dozens of glittering points of light to the crystalline temple model in his mind.
Wait. Judging from the footsteps, there were not only Raging Lion Warriors and Fierce Tiger Warriors.
There were also some Jackal Warriors.
Even two Leopard Clan warriors.
The Leopard Clan were the finest sprinting champions and ambush hunters.
To push their speed to its limit in an instant, they had made tremendous sacrifices in their bodily structure. Thick pads of flesh also grew beneath their paws, making them nearly as silent as shadows when they walked.
If Meng Chao had not broken through to the Deity Realm, he truly would have found it difficult