Overall, in this part of the mountain, Spirit Power remained fairly evenly distributed across each small area.
Ordinary creatures naturally gathered Spirit Power too. But because the ambient concentration was somewhat higher than at the foot of the mountain, it could obscure the glow of Spirit Power on smaller creatures, making them hard to distinguish.
Otherworldly Beasts were easy to pick out.
Now and then, Spirit Power would flare briefly on the outskirts, disturbing the surrounding area before gradually subsiding. Those were cultivators hunting Sword Pigs.
A Sword Pig's glow fell somewhere between that of an ordinary animal and an Otherworldly Beast. Given its enormous size and its ignorance of Silent Concealment, it was easy to find.
Chen Shu swept his gaze around and quickly locked onto a target.
A small group of seven or eight Sword Pigs.
Chen Shu pointed in that direction, closed his eyes briefly, and cast a useful little spell to fix their bearing. Then he descended and shouted to the two below, "Northwest, 309 degrees, about one and a half kilometers. I'll go ahead."
Whoosh...
His figure skimmed over the treetops.
The two below hurried after him.
As Jiang Lai ran, he pulled out a compass to check the direction.
He didn't need to be too precise. A rough bearing would do. Once spells started flying over there, he would have no trouble finding Brother Chen.
Jiang Lai was curious, too—
Two years ago, Brother Chen had hunted Sword Pigs with ease even at the Fourth Tier. Now that he had reached the Sixth Tier and learned to fly, what would it look like?
Jiang Lai put away the compass.
To keep up with him as best he could and hold him back as little as possible, Meng Chunqiu was already running flat out.
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