In a lush stretch of woodland in the Pinyi Mountains, Yin Fan, dressed in simple blue robes like a rogue cultivator, glowed with azure light. He leaped and bounded like a monkey, moving swiftly between the branches.
He had been racing through this forest sea for over two hours, yet the faint aura of danger behind him still had not faded. The ominous foreboding weighing on his heart forced him to keep running, fleeing his powerful pursuers.
Suddenly, however, the branch beneath his feet gave an inexplicable snapping sound.
Crack!
Alarm bells rang in Yin Fan's mind. Spiritual light rippled over him, and a tail-like strand of light suddenly extended from his Spirit Garment Protection, coiling around a nearby tree trunk.
It was a limb manifested by his spirit creature. Curling and lashing like a long whip, it carried him to a branch several dozen feet away.
Yin Fan felt a little relieved, but the next instant, he became intensely wary again.
A branch would not snap for no reason. Someone had attacked it!
Sure enough, as he turned his head slightly, he caught sight of a triangular wheel blade roughly a foot long spinning silently like a windmill. Like a ghost concealed in the shadows, it was withdrawing into the trees.
That was a Dark Dao method of concealing aura and sound. Had he not been alert, after severing the branch, it would have swept upward and cut him in half!
"Who's there!"
A chill ran through Yin Fan's heart, and he shouted the question.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Cold laughter drifted out of the woods, and a young-looking expert at the tenth turn of the human rank emerged slowly, dressed in black and holding the wheel blade.
"Good reflexes. No wonder our people couldn't catch you despite tracking