Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain.
Ji Yuan stood with his hands behind his back.
His Divine Sense spread beyond the mountain.
Soon, he sensed a familiar presence.
King Poisonscale was still there.
The hundred-zhang serpent remained coiled in the waters above the ruins, his dark green scales gleaming brighter than they had five years ago.
After five years, his injuries had healed nearly seventy to eighty percent. The force of his demon aura as he breathed it in and out was nothing like when he had first broken free of the chains.
His serpent eyes stayed half-lidded, while his Divine Sense swept the surrounding waters every so often.
Damn it, that old snake king really can sit here and wait.
But Ji Yuan soon discovered that the old venomous snake was not alone. Great Shaman Bloodfang was still here too.
Fifty li away, inside that underwater cavern, the blood-colored figure had not even changed his seated posture.
The fang totem on his blood-red robe remained dull, and he had drawn his aura in so tightly that he was indistinguishable from the rock walls.
Ji Yuan withdrew his Divine Sense and stood at the edge of his Cave Abode in silence for a long while.
Counting from when he had entered the Blood Marrow Coffin to heal, this seclusion had lasted a full five years.
Five years was a long stretch of time for mortals. For cultivators, it was not especially long, but it was hardly short.
He refused to believe these two old Spirit Transformation monsters had nothing better to do than spend five years in this godforsaken stretch of sea.
King Poisonscale was one thing. He was a lone demon with nothing else to occupy him.
Staying here to heal and wait for his prey to walk into the trap made