Above a barren mountain in East Victory Divine Continent, withered yellow trees gathered into a dense forest. In the distance, muddy yellow water meandered past, the blazing sun baking the riverbed until it cracked, and blue skies saw monsters whistling past.
These monsters radiated fierce baleful qi, as if they were searching for something.
In a hollow dense with withered trees, An Yang, who had practiced quite a few spells of this world, turned into a drooping sapling, carefully concealing himself with a token. Several monsters stopped above this hillside based on a vague intuition, yet after searching bitterly for a long time without finding a trace of him, they could not help but feel a burst of vexation.
"I reckon that brat has already left, Chief Lin. Why don't we split up to search and head off in all directions, how about it?" a monster with a leopard head said loudly.
"Fine, let's do it that way. I'm going east!"
"Then I'm going west!"
"I'm going north!"
"You fool, you're going the wrong way, that's south..."
"Then I'm going south!"
The several monsters in the sky immediately scattered and left.
Meanwhile, the small sapling that An Yang had turned into still hid in that very covert spot, maintaining his composure and without revealing his true form.
Time quickly turned from noon to afternoon.
He still did not move!
This was all because he knew these monsters were incomparably insidious and cunning figures, and having coexisted with Huang Lan day and night for so long, he also knew the patience of beasts turned into essence when hunting—they were entirely capable of guarding a place without eating or drinking for several days, waiting only for the moment when their prey walked right into the trap.
Sure enough, at dusk, these monsters