Han Zhangxiang understood this as well. He nodded and put the Three-Headed Python into his Spirit Beast Bag.
After the Fire Rock Beast died, he had not raised any other spirit beasts, so he had not bought a spirit beast bracelet.
After leaving the cave, they found themselves in a long, narrow valley, its ground strewn with large quantities of gray stones.
Beyond the valley lay a dense forest of red bamboo, with countless bamboo leaves scattered across the ground. The Lion Tiger Beast walked in front while they followed behind, their faces full of vigilance.
Less than half an hour later, they still had not made it out of the bamboo forest.
"Wait, stop!"
Han Zhangxiang suddenly spoke, his expression grave.
A golden glow lit up in his eyes. It was the Golden-Eyed True Pupil.
He vaguely saw faint, flickering strands of light ahead. Had he not cultivated the Golden-Eyed True Pupil to the Lesser Mastery stage, he truly would not have detected them.
Han Wenlong was slightly taken aback. He spread out his divine sense but found nothing unusual.
He released over a hundred azure spirit butterflies, which flew ahead one after another.
After flying several hundred zhang, the azure spirit butterflies suddenly vanished into ashes, disappearing outright.
Han Wenlong was somewhat startled. If Han Zhangxiang had not warned them, even if the Lion Tiger Beast survived, it would have been stripped of a layer of hide.
"An eye technique!"
Han Wenlong's face revealed envy. Eye techniques were not something just anyone could master. He had not expected Han Zhangxiang to possess one.
"Let's retreat! It'll be better to get closer."
Han Zhangxiang's expression tightened as he and Han Wenlong withdrew from the red forest, disappearing into the vast mountains.
Within a forest of red maple trees,