This survival talent was a bit over the top!
Fu Qian looked at his lifeless arm and quickly analyzed the information he had just obtained.
If his guess was right, Ill Omen had reacted the instant he entered this place, causing a slight malfunction in Lu Xing's arrangements to draw his attention.
It was practically a fully automated, three-dimensional survival system.
As for how it managed that, perhaps it had something to do with the tree he'd seen.
That thing was clearly of a very high order. As Ill Omen's object of worship, it must have granted him some kind of special protection.
That explained why Ill Omen was so difficult to kill.
But if that was the case, he'd need to change his strategy.
This protection could sense even the intent behind a threat and swiftly respond by misleading him.
That would make any scheme difficult to pull off. Every move he made would be countered specifically—a real nuisance.
While Fu Qian was deep in thought, Lu Xing made a new move.
He rubbed his fingers along his neck, finally found something, and pinched it between his fingertips. With a pained groan, he began pulling it out, inch by inch.
Blood slowly trickled from the wound, but Lu Xing acted as if he couldn't feel a thing.
Fu Qian glanced at what he was holding. It was a transparent strip about twenty centimeters long, with a faint pattern of unusual shapes.
As the strip came free, the aura around Lu Xing quickly turned strange, no longer resembling that of an ordinary person.
This must have been what he used to conceal his aura. It seemed to work pretty well, since he'd managed to fool Lu Jun and the others.
Oh! And his wife, too.
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