Within the dark and deathly silent Death Battle Ground, Lin An moved swiftly along the ground.
Like a predator in the darkness, he did his utmost to conceal his Psionic Fluctuation. At this moment, he was both predator and prey in the night.
He spread his Mental Strength perception as far as possible, trying to find traces of the low-order Mutants.
However, with his Mental Strength nearly exhausted, the mental scan that could originally extend nearly a hundred kilometers could now barely reach a few kilometers.
For a Fourth Order expert, this detection range was not enough to discover the traces of a Fourth Order Mutant first. If he reacted even slightly too slowly, he would instantly run into the other party.
Yet under such circumstances, the Second Will showed no sign of discouragement or surrender.
He focused on sensing fluctuations in the airflow, his eyes observing every direction like those of a hawk.
He had amplified his five senses to their limits, trying to make up for his current difficulties by the most primitive means.
If his Mental Strength was insufficient, he would use his eyes to see, his ears to hear, and his skin to sense vibrations!
As long as there was even a thread of hope, he would use every means at his disposal to survive as long as possible!
It seemed that a turning point had truly appeared.
After searching with all his might, Lin An suddenly stopped in place. Like a cheetah, he instantly concealed himself behind a black stone.
"Northwest direction, 9.6 kilometers."
"Third-level vibration."
"Frequency two."
It was as if a three-dimensional map had been drawn directly in his mind. By gathering a large amount of disordered information, Lin An's heart settled, and he almost instantly determined the source of the vibration.
Two