At the entrance to that tree-root tunnel, Wang Wu used his bear claws to sense the mysterious formation barrier.
He did not know how this thing worked, nor had he seen firsthand how that youth controlled it. Now that he wanted to leave, it seemed he could only resort to force.
But just as he was about to make a move, a rumbling sound suddenly came from deep within the tree-root tunnel, as if something had fallen down.
A long stretch of this tree-root tunnel ran straight downward.
"Could it be Old Ox and Little Pig?"
Wang Wu felt a flicker of anticipation, but he could not be sure. So much time had passed—how had the two of them endured it?
Or had the Little Tree Spirit's rescue party arrived?
With a thought, Wang Wu sidestepped and leaned against the bark. After three seconds, he naturally entered Level 15 Passive Concealment.
But he soon heard Little Mountain Pig's pig-slaughtering shrieks. After so many days, hearing them again actually filled his heart with joy. It really was the two of them.
Wang Wu was so excited that he forgot all about hiding. He immediately stood upright and strained to look into the distance.
"I'm starving, I'm starving! I'm so hungry!"
The sounds coming from the tree-root tunnel grew clearer. He could distinctly hear Old Ox's heavy footsteps.
It really was them.
Ha! How had these two fools found this place?
"Old Ox, Little Pig, I'm over here!"
Wang Wu shouted in a powerful voice. The next moment, the tree-root tunnel abruptly became deathly quiet.
"Big Brother, have we starved ourselves into hallucinating? Was that Third Brother's voice?"
Rumble!
Old Ox did not answer. Instead, he rushed out in a flash and slammed headfirst into the protective energy wall of the concealment