Out in this remote wilderness, such a huge opening had suddenly appeared in the center of the lake bed, billowing yellow-green rat poison of extreme concentration. No one could guarantee that a powerful member of the Rat God Cult wasn't hiding inside.
Gu Qing was very confident in his strength now.
He had even grown a little full of himself.
But however inflated his confidence was, his head remained quite clear.
When faced with something potentially dangerous, his first choice was never to explore out of curiosity, but to escape as quickly as possible.
Zhao Chuan had once told him that the Rat God Cult, an organization of human traitors, had an exceptionally terrifying follower among its ranks.
That follower was so powerful that even many of the Night Court's chief captains were no match for him.
However overconfident Gu Qing became, he didn't believe he currently had the strength to stand up to a Night Court chief captain.
If he courted death by entering that opening to investigate, then accidentally ran into that terrifyingly powerful Rat God Cult follower, he would suffer terribly even if he survived.
In the blink of an eye.
Gu Qing charged through countless plants and trees, burst out of the forest, and quickly mounted the heavy motorcycle parked beside the road.
Then he twisted the throttle hard, and both he and the bike shot forward.
His speed instantly broke two hundred kilometers per hour.
Like a bolt of black lightning, he sped away from the dark forest behind him.
Only after riding more than ten kilometers.
Did Gu Qing's nerves, taut the whole way, relax a little.
He slowly reduced his speed.
With a thought, he took out the Magic Mirror.
"Magic Mirror, an opening suddenly collapsed into existence beneath the lake just now.