On the island in the middle of the lake, Han Feng solemnly placed the wooden box containing the two Soul Infant Fruits into his Storage Ring.
He turned around and glanced at the seventh-tier Sky-Piercing Flood Dragon lying nearby, trembling like a sieve. A playful smile appeared on his face.
"Hey, big guy," he asked casually, "interested in following me?"
The Sky-Piercing Flood Dragon shuddered violently at his words, its huge snake eyes filled with fear and hesitation.
It could sense that the human before it possessed strength so terrifying that it was utterly beyond its comprehension. Following such an expert would surely grant it limitless prospects.
Yet it could also sense the destructive aura of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire emanating from him. To a water-attributed magical beast like itself, it was a natural nemesis.
It was a fear rooted in its bloodline, leaving it without even the courage to approach.
After struggling for a while, the Sky-Piercing Flood Dragon still shook its enormous head in fear.
Han Feng curled his lips and did not force it. He turned and headed deeper into the forest.
The Soul Infant Fruits were not his only goal on this trip.
Along the way, Han Feng continued looting. Any medicinal herb rare in the outside world and old enough, regardless of rank, was collected without exception.
After an unknown amount of time, just as he put away a thousand-year-old Dragonblood Lingzhi, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked around, his brows knitting slightly.
Something was wrong.
This ancient forest should have been teeming with life due to its abundant medicinal energy, filled with countless magical beasts, insects, and birds. Yet the area he was currently in was far too quiet.
Forget the roars of magical beasts—even the chirping of insects