Zhou Heng kept moving, firing a shot and changing locations, like a fish in water.
But when the ninth day arrived, Zhou Heng sensed something strange in the air, as though he had fallen into some sort of conspiracy.
It was a warrior's instinct for danger!
Zhou Heng raised his guard, but no matter how carefully he watched, he never discovered anything unusual. Yet the feeling refused to go away, like a stone forever weighing on his heart.
As he moved through the mountain forest, Zhou Heng spotted two groups fighting fiercely over the ownership of a demonic beast. Faced with such a situation, Zhou Heng naturally had no reason to hold back. He drew the Sunfall Bow, locked onto his target with his divine sense, and fired!
Pfft!
The demonic beast immediately breathed its last. Zhou Heng turned and left, like a ghostly assassin—striking true with one blow, then drifting a thousand miles away.
But after traveling only seven or eight li, Zhou Heng shuddered. He sensed several powerful auras closing in around him! Though he had yet to see anyone, he immediately turned and fled, the unease in his heart growing stronger.
After breaking left for four li, several more powerful auras approached. When he shifted right for another three li, the same crushing presences bore down on him.
Zhou Heng understood at once. He had been surrounded!
Perhaps those two groups fighting over the demonic beast had been bait all along, meant to expose his whereabouts and set up this encirclement!
What he could not understand was how so many people had targeted him at the same time!
In the hunting competition, stealing a rival's prey was permitted by the rules and was also a necessary test. Unless it was something like Lin Xianyang sending people after