From devising a countermeasure to completing the setup, Zhang Yang had used no more than half an hour. He had to thank his former idleness—thank all those times he had crafted wood spears and fireballs for no reason.
Otherwise, even if someone else had A+ soul strength and had thought of using this enormous forest as the battlefield for a counterattack, they absolutely could not have set up such a bizarre ambush.
"That should do it. Now I can watch the show."
Zhang Yang grinned smugly, quite pleased with himself. However, the people searching for him had yet to arrive, which was giving him a headache. It meant the enemy was steady and brimming with confidence.
As for whether it was possible that the enemy was not ready yet—that was impossible.
He would bet a dime that the forest was already surrounded so tightly by troops that not even air could pass through.
"My little darlings, the rest is up to you."
Zhang Yang hid in a large tree, nine little birds cradled in his hands. He had caught them above the forest with his Soul Force Field. At that moment, they seemed to be tied down by invisible ropes; no matter how they flew, they could not escape his palms.
And Zhang Yang's route of escape had been placed on these nine little birds. It sounded utterly absurd, but with demon language, it became simple.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Zhang Yang held the nine little birds aloft with one hand while gently brushing the tree trunk with the other. Faint traces of green radiance could be seen between his fingers. Soon, the green radiance rapidly wove itself into tough ropes no thicker than a thumb.
These were all little tricks for escaping.
Another half hour or so passed. Flocks of