Space Trap

The Orc army continued deeper into Three-Hump Mountain.

The black mist grew thicker, hanging over everyone like a heavy gray curtain.

The air was damp and cold. Every breath brought a clammy chill, as though something invisible clung to their skin and refused to come off.

Tracking by scent was no longer an option.

Although the High Priest had neutralized the poison gas trap in the mountains, no one could guarantee that the same trick would not appear again. If they continued using races with keen noses as guides, those warriors might all fall before they even caught sight of the enemy.

Still, some races among the Orc warriors possessed other means of tracking, such as Heat Source Sensing, locating targets by sound, or tactile perception acutely sensitive to vibrations.

Although these methods could not pinpoint Qin Tian's location as directly as before, they could at least find traces of the human army. As long as they found that army, they would surely find clues to Qin Tian's whereabouts.

After all, Qin Tian could not simply abandon his troops in the mountains.

Find his soldiers and hurt them badly enough, and they would have no trouble forcing Qin Tian out.

"Hiss, hiss—"

Within the ranks, the Snake-men flicked out their slender, forked tongues, extending their senses.

Soon, they were the first to detect the nearby Stele Demons. The Demon Beasts' auras were dense and chaotic, as nauseating as foul water in a sewer.

But Elder Gu He had already given his orders: unless the Stele Demons moved against them, they were not to attack first. Besides, with so many powerful figures present, they had no fear of those low-order Stele Demons.

Thus, the Snake-men ignored the Stele Demons and concentrated on sensing traces of human activity.

Soon, several Snake-men with