At the thought, Lin Yi's expression gradually darkened.
It was already getting late. If they got lost in the Wooded Belt... even if Mu Daxian were a god of war, his chances would probably be grim!
Mao Feiyang gradually realized something was wrong too. But just as he was about to quietly warn Mu Daxian that there was a problem, Mu Daxian suddenly pulled the drawing board off his back and planted it in the ground. Then his throat stirred slightly, and a cold chuckle slowly spread like ripples:
"All right, you've followed us long enough. You can come out now."
Mao Feiyang's eyelid twitched violently.
Something exploded in Lin Yi's head too-he had overthought it! Completely overthought it!
"I still underestimated Mu Daxian!"
Lin Yi couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself. If he were Green Hat, he would have punished himself with at least one Tomato.
Yet from the moment Mu Daxian began speaking until his voice fell and was thoroughly buried in the soil, the surrounding Wooded Belt remained deathly silent. Only the increasingly cool wind stirred the thin mountain fog, sending half an inch of desolation drifting beneath the twilight glow.
"Come out. You've followed us from yesterday into today, and you still haven't figured out who's the hunter and who's the prey!"
A cold smile lingered at Mu Daxian's lips as he leisurely dipped his Paintbrush in paint, as calm as an artist sketching in the woods.
Yet everything around them remained lifeless, as though there were no stalkers of the sort Mu Daxian described anywhere nearby, only the densely standing Humanoid Sculptures.
"Sigh..." Mu Daxian sighed helplessly. "I don't repeat myself three times... if you insist on trying me, I can let you die trying."
He made his move without any flashy maneuvers, simply painting