Four hours later, Zhao Sheng propped his limbs at the corners, squatting in a crack in the rock to rest for a while.
Upon stepping onto this "hot land," Zhao Sheng had to be constantly vigilant,
on one hand guarding against the venomous insects and demon beasts that hid among the rocks and vegetation, ready to attack at any moment.
On the other, he had to keep well away from the Herbal Medicine Guests appearing in sight.
But what he needed to be most cautious of was...
Whoosh!
A blur the size of a tabletop, accompanied by a piercing scream, whizzed past Zhao Sheng's face, plummeting downward at nearly supersonic speed and shrinking to a speck before dropping into the depths of the Cloud Sea.
Zhao Sheng broke out in a cold sweat, thankful that he was resting in the crevice, or else he would have been struck.
Falling objects from high altitudes!
The number one killer of medicine collectors at Heavenly Pillar Mountain.