Inside the Secret Realm, Xu Feng and Li Hengkong led the remaining team members slowly along a dry river valley toward the Holy Mountain.
Suddenly.
Little White burst out of the ground, all its fur standing on end.
Xu Feng frowned as he sensed the fragments of awareness it sent him.
"Another one," Xu Feng said quietly.
Li Hengkong stopped, his hand already gripping his saber's hilt. "Another what?"
"A very powerful presence, a hundred kilometers straight ahead. We need to go around!"
Xu Feng raised his head and glanced at the mountains ahead.
"Come on. Let's steer clear."
"Move!"
The group immediately changed course.
They had Little White to thank for guiding them along the way. Otherwise, there was no telling how many territories of vicious beasts they would have blundered into.
While Xu Feng and the others struggled onward, carefully avoiding danger.
Somewhere in the skies of the Secret Realm.
A figure appeared with a thunderous flash of white lightning above a stretch of mountain forest.
But the figure seemed to lose control the instant he entered, crashing down and gouging out a deep crater.
"Fuck!"
Climbing out of the crater, Guqiu rubbed his shoulder before leaping several hundred meters into the air and cautiously surveying his surroundings.
An endless primeval forest stretched beneath his feet. The air was hot, humid, and thick, carrying an earthy smell.
And then there was that irritatingly high concentration of oxygen.
He steadied himself and fastened a filtering mask over his nose and mouth before extending his World Projection in every direction.
Anywhere outside the Secret Realm, this scouting method would hardly have counted as reckless.
But in a world already exceptionally sensitive to spiritual telekinesis, it was like throwing a boulder into a stagnant pool.
Within several hundred kilometers, every tiny