Magic Beasts Drawn by the Potion

After leaving the temporary gathering place, Shen Long and Cannon quickened their pace, afraid of being accidentally injured by the berserk Magic Beast attracted by the potion if they were even a step slower.

As he walked, Shen Long gradually calmed down.

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

What exactly is wrong?

It's just... too smooth!

Shen Long didn't know anything about metaphysics, but he did know that if things went too smoothly for a person, they were likely to experience a reversal of fortune.

Thinking of this, a strong sense of foreboding surged up from the bottom of Shen Long's heart, like an icy tide instantly enveloping him, making his heart feel heavy.

He steadied himself, suppressed the unease in his heart, and began to carefully review every aspect of the entire incident from beginning to end.

Throughout the entire process, he communicated only through the game interface and Cannon; it was impossible for outsiders to hear their plans.

No one saw the powder being sprinkled this morning, and the container that held the powder was properly disposed of afterwards, leaving no trace.

Through careful deliberation, every detail was handled properly, and no mistakes were made.

If one had to find something unusual, it would only be Xiao Fan's attitude.

From the moment Xiao Fan appeared, his actions were somewhat reckless, completely unlike his usual calm and cautious demeanor, a far cry from the image he had cultivated over the years.

But then Shen Long thought about it again. Xiao Fan became famous at a young age and was invincible all the way. It was understandable that he would become arrogant and conceited.

"Brother Shen, you don't look well. Is something wrong?"

Noticing Shen Long's solemn expression and furrowed brows, the Cannon beside him couldn't help but ask a question.

Unlike Shen Long, he didn't have a thorough or complex mindset; his heart was filled only with the joy of his impending revenge.

The thought of the enemy who killed his beloved son soon becoming a victim of Magic Beast, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, filled Cannon with barely suppressed excitement.

"Haha... I wonder how many Magic Beasts that potion will attract. Is Jiu Chen with the Dragon Nation team? If so, then things will get interesting."

The Cannon laughed triumphantly.

Weakening the power of the Dragon Nation would be a good thing for the White Nation.

Moreover, he had just sent a message to the white youths, telling them to leave the gathering place as soon as possible and not to stay with Xiao Fan.

Shen Long nodded.

If the Magic Beast summoned by the potion can kill Zhou He and his group of Dragon Nation players, wouldn't their City of Kings have a chance to rise again?

Thinking back to the days when their Shen Sect consistently outclassed the official game, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Shen Long's eyes.

"It's all that wretched Jiu Chen's fault! If it weren't for him, how could the government have risen to power so quickly?"

Shen Long said indignantly.

Just then, a deafening roar shattered the surrounding silence!

Roar--!

A powerful and violent roar came from afar, the sound waves rolling and shaking outwards, carrying a primal and ferocious aura, crashing heavily into the eardrums.

The roar was rough and piercing, containing the Bloodthirst savagery inherent in Magic Beast. The earth seemed to tremble slightly with the sound, sending a chill down one's spine.

Shen Long, who was still pondering to himself, suddenly looked up. His thoughts were instantly stirred by the roar. The Cannon beside him froze and subconsciously looked in the direction from which the roar came.

There's Magic Beast!

"That Magic Beast sounds rather aggressive; could it have been attracted by the potion?"

The sound of Cannon trembled incessantly.

There were only the two of them here, him and Shen Long. If they really encountered a crazed Magic Beast, they didn't know if they could escape.

"It should be."

As Shen Long spoke, he inwardly sighed at his bad luck.

He hadn't expected to encounter Magic Beast drawn by the scent of the potion here.

"Quick! Hide! This berserk Magic Beast is probably just passing by. If we hide well, it's unlikely to find us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Long quickly looked around to find a hiding place, and his eyes soon locked onto a towering ancient tree with thick branches.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dashed out and quickly ran to the tree. He swiftly climbed upwards using both hands and feet, and in an instant, he hid among the dense canopy. The layers of branches and leaves perfectly concealed his figure, making him virtually undetectable from below.

Upon seeing this, the Cannon immediately tensed up and quickly reacted.

He secretly pondered that this Magic Beast's target was most likely Jiu Chen, and its passing by here was merely a coincidence.

Having figured out the key points, Cannon felt a little more at ease, but he didn't dare to slow down at all. He quickly rushed to the same big tree and, imitating Shen Long's method, nimbly climbed up to the treetop and hid.

Just as the two had hidden themselves, a heavy, dragging rustling sound came from the Falling Leaf in the forest. The grass and trees parted to the sides, and then a Silver Wolf, far larger than any ordinary Fierce Beast, emerged.

This Silver Wolf's entire body was covered in messy, upright silver-white mane, and its muscles bulged beneath its fur, exuding an extremely imposing power.

His vertical pupils were filled with ferocious bloodshot veins, and he had completely lost the composure that a wolf clan should have, leaving only boundless rage.

A foul, scorching breath gushed from between its teeth, its sharp Tusk gleaming with a cold, white light. Each step it took on the ground caused the withered branches to tremble slightly.

Silver Wolf had a crescent-shaped mark on its forehead, which should have carried a sense of purity and holiness. However, the violent and ferocious aura surrounding it made the crescent mark look strange and eerie, and all its holiness was gone, leaving only a chilling weirdness.

"This is definitely a high-level Magic Beast!"

Shen Long felt a sudden alarm bell ringing in his heart; he was absolutely certain of this.

The aura emanating from the Silver Wolf could never be that of an ordinary level 100 Magic Beast!

The strength of high-level Magic Beast is unfathomable. If it were to detect their presence, it could crush them in an instant.

Thinking of this, Shen Long and Cannon both felt their hearts sink. They took a deep breath in unison, then carefully slowed their breathing, trying their best to suppress any movement.

Their bodies clung firmly to the thick branches, like two still stones, not daring to move even their fingertips slightly, for fear of making the slightest sound and attracting the Silver Wolf's attention.

But then, the Silver Wolf suddenly stopped.

Its nostrils twitched incessantly as it anxiously sniffed the air for any scents it could detect. A deep growl rolled from the depths of its throat, both violent and filled with an uncontrollable anxiety.

A dense, malevolent aura swept through the entire forest. Shen Long and Cannon, perched in the trees, dared not even breathe loudly, using the dense foliage as cover to hold their breath.

Shen Long's gaze turned serious, and he was secretly alarmed. The aura of this ferocious Silver Wolf was far stronger than he had expected.

Cannon's body tensed slightly, his gaze fixed on the Silver Wolf that kept pacing under the tree, praying in his heart that the wolf would follow the scent and leave as soon as possible, and not stay here.

The Silver Wolf paced back and forth, finally stopping under the big tree.

Its ferocious beastly eyes scanned its surroundings, anxiously searching for the medicinal scent that drew it in.

The hairs on Shen Long's and his companion's heads instantly stood on end as they hid in the tree canopy!

"What's wrong with that Silver Wolf? Wasn't he looking for Xiao Fan? Why has he stopped? Hurry up and let's go!"

Shen Long was both anxious and afraid. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes, causing the medicine that Zijin Jin had sprinkled on his back to evaporate even faster. The constantly emanating scent finally attracted the attention of the Silver Wolf.

The Silver Wolf abruptly stopped, raising its head high and inhaling a foul-smelling breath towards the treetops. The next moment, its bloodshot, scarlet beastly eyes snapped upwards, locking onto Shen Long's eyes precisely through the layers of intertwined branches.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Long felt as if his blood had frozen instantly, and a bone-chilling cold shot up from his heels to the top of his head.