Spirit Soul Yin-Yang Ganoderma

As they drew closer, the smell of blood on Hun Husheng became even more pronounced.

Mu Chen felt no discomfort at all, because he himself now carried the same scent of blood.

She cultivates the Blood Emperor Body Tempering Art too, and her mastery of it isn't low... Mu Chen secretly guessed.

Neither of them slept. Having only just met, they naturally remained wary of each other.

After completing the spirit array, Mu Chen sat down once more to meditate.

After finishing the roasted meat, Hun Husheng walked over to a tree and sat beneath it, folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes to rest.

The bonfire burned brightly, and now and then came the crackling sound of branches bursting apart in the flames.

Early the next morning, the east began to brighten, gold and crimson light painting dazzling colors across the horizon.

Mu Chen opened his eyes, rose to his feet, dusted himself off, and looked toward Hun Husheng.

The black-haired girl opened her eyes. Her blood-red pupils were as beautiful as blooming flowers.

"Let's go..." Mu Chen said.

"Mm." Hun Husheng started walking.

Mu Chen called out to stop her. "Wait, where are you going?"

"Didn't you say we were setting off?" Hun Husheng blinked.

"This way..." Mu Chen pointed in the opposite direction.

The girl fell silent for a moment, then turned around.

The two traveled through the forest. As they passed a pool of water, an enormous golden crocodile suddenly shot out from the surface, opening its jaws wide as it bit toward Mu Chen.

Mu Chen tapped the ground with his toes and swiftly retreated, evading the golden crocodile's pounce.

He struck back with a punch.

Along with a surge of violent spiritual energy, the Samsara Death Seal flew out in an