"Don't look,"
Shen Lian's voice carried a soothing power, his fingertips brushing over Zhu Zhuqing's hair before he spoke,
Good show's over, we can go.
After leaving Spirit City, Shen Lian's perception had long since pierced through the city walls, capturing three faint auras moving along with their footsteps.
Bibi Dong's soul power fluctuations were like a dormant viper, cold and full of malice, while the auras of Yue Guan and Gui Mei lingered like two shadows closely trailing behind.
Stepping out of the perimeter of Spirit City, the breeze of the open wilderness rushed over them with the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Shen Lian suddenly turned toward the dense forest on the right, where ancient trees towered and vines twangled, and the sunlight could only spill mottled spots of light through the gaps in the leaves.
"Lian, why are we heading this way?"
Zhu Zhuqing keenly sensed the abnormality, her Hell Spirit Cat martial soul beginning to gather momentum.
"Taking a shortcut."
Shen Lian's tone was calm, but his pace slowed down a lot.
He could feel that those three auras were accelerating as they closed in.
Just as they stepped into the depths of the dense forest, Shen Lian suddenly came to a halt.
The fallen leaves underfoot were blown into a spin by the wind, the sound of insects around them abruptly ceased, and a heavy pressure shrouded them like dark clouds.
"Lian, why did you stop?"
Zhu Zhuqing vigilantly looked around, her sharp claws already quietly unsheathed.
Shen Lian raised his eyes to look deep into the forest, the corners of his mouth hooking into a cold, sharp arc before he spoke,
"We have guests."
Before his voice faded, three figures emerged from behind the ancient trees like ghosts.
Bibi Dong was dressed in