Lynn had pursued him for most of the day, only to find the bloodline signal growing weaker. He seemed to be getting farther and farther from Lin Chen.
This puzzled him. He could not understand how someone at the Stigma Intermediate Stage could fail to catch a mere Lin Chen.
Lynn stopped and sensed his whereabouts again.
The grayish-white bird circled once more, then flew slightly east of due south.
He changed direction and continued the chase, but after a while, the bird stopped again.
"It looks like Lin Chen keeps moving. Has he sensed danger?" Lynn murmured.
Lin Chen was moving, and not slowly, either.
The position locked onto by the Bloodline Tracking Technique changed every so often, sometimes shifting south, sometimes east, and sometimes doubling back.
Lynn stopped to think.
This meant Lin Chen was still moving around the Netherworld rather than hiding in one fixed location.
After spending all these years in the Netherworld, he was very familiar with its rules and knew how to use its environment to interfere with tracking.
"You little brat. Let's see if you can keep moving forever. You'll have to rest eventually, won't you?" Lynn muttered to himself.
He stopped rushing after him at full speed. Coming here had been no easy task, and now, to him, the Netherworld's core was full of treasures.
All sorts of yin-aspected materials and resources, all sorts of undead creatures and nether beasts-every one of them had value, not to mention their staggering numbers.
He took the Cluster Brain Beast that Grasha, Chief of the Flesh Department, had given him out of the Undead Ring.
The strange creature, with his oversized head and tiny body, huddled inside the cage, his two round eyes darting about.
Though he had little fighting ability, his powerful capacity to