"Another prey."
Jun Ziya sensed the movement behind the boulder, and a cold smile rose at the corner of her lips.
Countless blades of grass, trees, and green vines around them rose along with it. Though there was no wind, they stirred on their own, brimming with dense life energy, like snakes with their necks held high, poised to strike.
As usual, Flame Sparrow stepped forward to serve as bait, exposing herself completely beneath the Red Moon's glow.
Yet after standing there in a daze for quite some time, there was still no new movement from behind the boulder.
This left Flame Sparrow deeply puzzled. "Young Miss, why hasn't that Moon Corpse come out yet?"
Jun Ziya frowned to herself as well. The previous night, the two of them had used this method against countless Moon Corpses without failing once. Nearly every time, within one or two breaths after Flame Sparrow deliberately exposed an opening, the Moon Corpse would be lured out.
This was the first time they had encountered a situation like this. Nearly half an incense stick's time had passed, yet the Moon Corpse remained motionless, still hidden behind the nearby boulder.
Could it be that after a night of changes, these Moon Corpses have developed intelligence?
Such an absurd notion even surfaced in Jun Ziya's mind. But on second thought, these Moon Corpses had all transformed from corpses. There were no fluctuations of formations or remnants of Soul Consciousness upon them, so it was impossible for them to possess independent awareness.
Then there was only one possible reason for it to remain concealed rather than reveal itself—it had something to do with the cultivation art it had fused with.
Most likely, it was a stealth-and-ambush type of cultivation art.
That was why it would not show itself