The mountain wind rushed into his face, laden with the heavy stench of blood.
Shi Hou activated his Three-Stage Charge footwork, concealing himself with the black heavenly cave as he sped through the dense forest.
The mountainside ahead was a scene of devastation.
Several enormous Fierce Beast carcasses lay in pools of blood.
There was an Ironback Azure Bear covered in bone spikes and a Golden-Ring Venomous Python with half its body torn away.
Their wounds were ragged. Caught in the Beast Tide earlier, they had been trampled and bitten to death by one another.
Shi Hou never slowed.
As he passed the Ironback Azure Bear, he tipped the Black Pot resting in his left hand.
Its mouth faced downward, and a gray-black halo enveloped the bear's massive body.
Whoosh.
The carcass, weighing tens of thousands of jin, vanished into thin air.
Next came the Golden-Ring Venomous Python. Along with several scattered chunks of venom glands, it was swallowed whole by the Black Pot.
Even a mosquito's leg was still meat.
The Black Pot Space was enormous. With Shi Hou's hoarding habit flaring up, not a blade of grass remained wherever he passed.
After he crossed a low hill, several rapid flashes of rune light suddenly lit up the bushes ahead.
The light flickered and vanished.
Shi Hou slowed his steps and approached without a sound.
Behind the bushes stood a silver-robed youth.
He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen, with a longsword on his back and lavish clothing.
The faint glow of dissipating runes still lingered on his fingertips.
Two independent cultivators in coarse hemp clothing lay on the ground.
Their bodies were charred black. Clearly, they had just taken a vicious Treasure Art and were unconscious.
The silver-robed youth was bent over, searching inside their clothes with