The four drew all their magical artifacts with a clatter and swiftly formed a defensive ring.
"Stop skulking and come out!"
The burly man shouted. Only now did he finally sense something unusual—a faint, elusive presence.
Someone had indeed just been in this cave.
"Hehe, I wasn't hiding. You lot are just blind."
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from outside the cave entrance, startling everyone into hurriedly turning toward it.
When they looked closely, they saw that someone was standing there. No one knew when he had arrived; he had made no sound, and they could not even detect the slightest fluctuation of primordial energy from him.
He was like a ghost.
By the light of the Scarred Youth's moonstone, they saw a very young man dressed in coarse hemp clothes, carrying a weapon over his shoulder that looked neither quite like a saber nor an axe. A half-smile played across his face.
"Who are you?" The burly man's heart jolted.
He had not noticed when this person had blocked the entrance. It was a truly chilling thing.
Beyond the wilderness, nothing one encountered was too strange.
Even whether the person before them was human remained uncertain.
It could have been a corpse possessed by an evil thing, an awakened evil corpse, or a high-level evil entity in human form.
The other four stared at Qin He, their hairs standing on end as well.
Only when a wisp of warm breath escaped from Qin He's nose did they confirm that the one standing before them was human.
"Aren't you looking for me?" Qin He smiled faintly.
Those words utterly killed the hopes the five had been hanging onto.
The enemy—the enemy they had been sent to hunt down.
If they had found him, that would have been a