Clear Sky Descends, Are You the One Who Defeated My Son?

The night wind in the wild mountain range carried the distinct bitterness of pine resin.

Su Chen and his group of seven had been traveling through the nameless mountain range for two days.

After leaving Heaven Dou City, they had completely abandoned the main roads, choosing only these beast trails rarely trodden by humans.

Their destination was Slaughter City.

But before that, they had to cross this three-hundred-li stretch of primeval wilderness lying between the two great empires.

There were no villages here, no relay stations—only Soul Beasts, and things even more dangerous than Soul Beasts.

Su Chen walked in the middle of the group. The fracture in his right arm had mostly healed, but he had not removed the sling.

Every trace of Soul Power he saved was being used for something else.

Three Nether Shadow Leopards, in a state of absolute concealment, were spread across a vast area with a three-li radius centered on him.

This was a new tactic he had developed—"Soul Pact Sight."

The Shadow Leopards' five senses would become streams of raw information through the summoning contract, feeding back to him in real time.

It was equivalent to deploying three invisible, rapidly moving living radars in this perilous mountain forest.

The faint rustle of wind brushing through pine needles.

The rhythm of night insects beating their wings.

The faint traces left by low-level Soul Beasts occasionally darting through the woods.

Everything was normal.

"There's a mountain stream ahead. We'll camp there tonight."

Jiang Tieyi, at the front of the group, turned and called out. He carried a newly purchased crude battle axe on his back, his steps as steady as a mountain ape. The terrifying recovery granted by his Savage Ancient Ape bloodline had long since healed the injuries he suffered during the tournament.

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