Suddenly, a series of rumbling booms came from afar.
The sounds were not particularly fast, yet every one was like a heavy hammer beating a war drum, shaking the earth with a faint tremor.
At the sound, Su Shi'er's brows furrowed slightly. The movements of his hands did not pause in the slightest; instead, he sped up.
This sudden disturbance was clearly anything but ordinary.
But things had already come to this point, so he could only counter whatever came his way. Formations and restrictions were methods he had mastered, and they were also part of what he was relying on for this trip.
Hu Meier's expression likewise turned stern.
The two exchanged a glance, then their gazes shot forward in unison.
They saw, deep within the dense forest, a towering figure slowly walk out.
The newcomer stood more than ten feet tall. The muscles of his bare arms were knotted like coiled roots, and his skin was the color of ancient bronze.
A head of black hair spilled over his shoulders. His brows were firm and resolute, his eyes blazing like torches.
As he walked, the blood and qi around him surged and churned, as if he were a moving mountain.
Though he had not deliberately released any pressure, the instant his figure appeared, Su Shi'er still felt the surrounding air suddenly sink.
"This is... someone of the Kuafu Clan? This... how is this possible?"
The moment she saw the newcomer, Hu Meier's pupils abruptly shrank, and she could not help crying out in shock.
She was not surprised that Xuan Shi had brought people to lay a trap.
After all, after these days of rest and recuperation, her own condition had already recovered to its peak.
In the previous head-on clash, she had been able to forcefully kill