The two moved lightly, doing their best to avoid making any noticeable noise.
Suddenly, Wu Zhihua and He Jinxuan stopped dead. As if by tacit agreement, they turned toward a tent not far away.
A fluctuation of Spiritual Energy had appeared inside the tent. Although it was only at the First-Order Peak and the strength was fairly ordinary, it made the two escaped prisoners think that the Cultivator inside had discovered them.
At that moment, their heartbeats suddenly quickened, as if their hearts were about to leap from their chests.
Wu Zhihua and He Jinxuan exchanged a glance, preparing to speed up and sprint ahead.
However, just as they took a step, the Spiritual Energy fluctuation inside the tent underwent a tremendous change, abruptly leaping to the Second-Order Peak.
The powerful Spiritual Energy fluctuation spread outward like a surging tide, leaving Wu Zhihua and He Jinxuan, who had been trying to escape, standing there dumbfounded as if they had been struck by a petrification spell, not daring to move an inch.
Expressions of terror appeared on their faces. For a moment, they had no idea what to do next.
Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds... Time slipped quietly by in the stillness. Before they knew it, half a minute had passed.
Wu Zhihua and He Jinxuan were like two statues, still standing rigidly in place without moving a muscle.
Their eyes were wide as copper bells, fixed on the tent radiating that terrifying Spiritual Energy fluctuation. The tent swayed gently in the Night Wind, as if concealing endless danger.
Everything around them was frighteningly quiet. Only the occasional chirping of insects from the grass rang out, making the silence of the area even more pronounced.
The two gradually recovered from the muddled, blank state in their minds. However, the Cultivator