The black vortex slowly spun, its eerie light enveloping both of them.
Whoosh!
Little One vanished from the spot, leaving not even a trace of scent or heat.
The Red Wolf King closest on their heels rushed to where Shi Hao had disappeared. It pawed at the empty grass, circled three times in confusion, then raised its head toward the moon and let out a bewildered howl.
Huo Ling'er saw everything clearly from afar.
She stamped her foot fiercely, her red skirt fluttering, her face full of frustration.
A guard beside her said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I left the scent of ghost orchid grass on the divine egg earlier."
Huo Ling'er gritted her teeth. "Let's go!"
In the darkness, Shi Hou carried Shi Hao as he sped through the forest.
The concealment of the black heavenly cave enveloped them both, swallowing every trace of their scent and heat. Like a wisp of wind that did not exist, they easily shook off the rampaging beast tide behind them.
Shi Hou moved extremely fast.
But gradually, Shi Hao began to frown.
"Skinny Monkey, why are you running in circles? Keep this up, and we'll end up back in that pit."
Shi Hou stopped short, his face full of confusion.
"Huh?! I'm going in a straight line!"
"You veered off," Shi Hao said with certainty. "You've drifted left at least three times."
A sudden chill of dread crept over Shi Hou.
He remembered the Black Stone Altar in the White Bone Forbidden Land.
That deathly silent spatial loop, that uncanny pull that dragged him back to the starting point no matter how he ran.
Although he had finally escaped, that sensation of warped space... seemed to have left something lingering deep within his perception.
It was like an impossibly thin