This trial world looked like a paradise beyond the mortal realm, no matter how one viewed it.
In truth, it was also a place filled with every kind of danger.
Naturally, Qin Shaofeng would not lead his people in and truly take the initiative to scout the way for the sea race.
His words had mostly been meant to mislead them.
Once he had confirmed that they had shaken off those seventeen sea race members,
he raised his hand and made a gesture.
Not a sound was made.
Zhan Cangkong, General of Yang Soul, and the others, who had already experienced war and life-and-death struggles alongside Qin Shaofeng, understood his meaning at once.
With a sudden flash, they headed toward a depression by the roadside they had been traveling along.
Even Long Tianyin, who had not understood Qin Shaofeng's intention, was taken over by Zhan Cangkong with a hand clapped over his mouth.
Though it was called a depression,
the plants growing inside still gave one a pleasing, refreshing feeling at a glance.
It was simply lower than the surrounding ground.
Flowing rainwater had turned the place into something resembling a small water pool.
Not only were there wild grasses and flowers within, but thick lotus leaves also grew in the water pool.
The lotuses were in bloom at this moment, giving this place—which should clearly have been utterly out of place in this world—a beauty all its own.
Yet it was precisely because it was sunken and low-lying that, after more than thirty of them entered, their figures were completely concealed.
"Keep quiet. Conceal your auras."
Qin Shaofeng transmitted his words to everyone.
Part of Ximen Zhuiyue and the others' souls already belonged to the War Soul, allowing them to seem as though they had instantly transformed into a