With a Minor Teleportation Talisman, Song Wen narrowly escaped the tiger's jaws and was teleported three hundred li away.
After appearing, the first thing he did was swiftly extend his spiritual sense, sweeping it in all directions.
His taut nerves eased slightly.
That was because he detected no danger nearby.
Then he discovered that, compared with the place where he had fiercely battled Lü Ling earlier, the yin energy here was actually far thinner.
His spiritual sense could perceive roughly fifty li in every direction.
After confirming that it was safe, Song Wen turned his head and looked toward the northwest.
Constant roars and violent fluctuations of spiritual energy came from that direction.
Clearly, Lü Ling and the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent had already clashed and were locked in a bitter battle.
Song Wen slowly withdrew his gaze, but his brows suddenly furrowed.
He had abruptly sensed a highly strange area some thirty li to the south.
This region spanned several li, its ground studded with natural stone stalagmites ranging from several zhang to dozens of zhang in height.
Yet the closer one got to the center of the stalagmite forest, the more inexplicably distorted one's spiritual sense became.
Within Song Wen's spiritual perception, it formed an unknown region of darkness, as though any spiritual sense that drew near would be swallowed whole.
Song Wen steadied himself, took out another Minor Teleportation Talisman and clasped it in his palm, then slowly approached the stalagmite forest.
Though he deliberately slowed down, Song Wen still quickly reached the edge of the stalagmite forest.
He landed atop the tallest stalagmite on the outskirts and gathered his spiritual sense, probing ahead.
His spiritual sense still could not penetrate deeper.
The omnipresent pitch-black ghostly qi also blocked his vision.
This left him completely unable to peer