Origin Area, beyond the white line.
After silently sensing Lin An's exact location, Chen Yangtian furrowed his brows:
"My lord, it seems Lin An has stopped running."
"He's in the next area. He's been staying there this whole time. I can even sense him lingering at the entrance."
"Could he be planning to ambush us?"
His thoughts were growing restless.
He did not know why the silver-haired man had temporarily stopped pursuing them. Instead, the man had cautiously left a mark in this area.
Chen Yangtian did his best to sense the faint aura, piecing together a map of Lin An's movements in his mind.
For some reason, as he looked at the white line before him, he felt uneasy.
It was as if the Black Mist ahead was the entrance to an abyss, filled with unknown fear.
It was not hard to imagine that if Lin An had not hurried onward, then there was a good chance he was planning something.
"Forget it."
Without explaining, the silver-haired man glanced at Chen Yangtian impatiently and prepared to step across the white line.
"It's best if he doesn't run. In reality, he can't escape anyway."
"As for an ambush?"
The silver-haired man laughed scornfully as he looked at Chen Yangtian, completely unconcerned:
"What can he do with a few minutes?"
"Even if the time flow is different, at most he has half an hour. Let alone ambushing us, Lin An probably hasn't even resolved a single event."
"Not to mention, we've been chasing him all this way. Have you seen him deal with even one area?"
"Even if he did, all he managed was luring a few things over to interfere with us."
Putting away his disdain, the silver-haired man looked confidently at the White Fog ahead:
"This place is different