Liu Qing also gave Xu Wuyi a slight nod, her gaze carrying a hint of warning. "Be careful of their claws and sense of smell."
Xu Wuyi said no more. The Hundred Refinements Furnace quietly began to operate within him, drawing in his vitality and blood as his entire presence instantly dropped to its lowest point.
With a shift of his feet, he pushed Instant Shadow Steps to the limit. His figure became like a phantom blending into the night, silently leaving the camp and sneaking toward the southeast.
Once outside the camp's energy shield, the grassy, woody stench in the air became even clearer.
The 1.5 times gravity required more strength for every movement, but it also made each of his steps steadier.
Xu Wuyi spread his spiritual perception to its limits, like invisible feelers carefully catching every disturbance ahead.
He avoided dry branches and leaves, using jagged strange rocks and twisted dark-red tree trunks as cover as he swiftly and silently approached.
The distance continued to close.
Seven hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters—
He could already clearly hear the suppressed panting, along with the faint scraping of claws against rock from time to time.
He lay behind a raised dirt mound and slowly poked his head out.
Through the sparse dark-red shrubs, he saw the werewolf squad.
There were five werewolves in total.
Four of them were relatively shorter, standing just over two meters tall.
Their bodies were covered in coarse gray-black fur, their muscles knotted, and they wore crude leather armor with rough bone or stone weapons hanging at their waists.
They hunched slightly, their crimson eyes gleaming with savage light in the darkness. Their nostrils kept flaring, as though they were sniffing for something.
These were ordinary Werewolf Warriors, with Life Energy