"Not good!"
Zhao Jijian's face drastically changed.
The bow of the Cloud Boat suddenly dipped, rapidly plunging towards the ground.
At the same time, Zhao Sheng revealed a smile, confidently saying, "Don't worry, he won't be able to escape!"
The Great Elder Shen, reeking of sulfur, had plunged into Mang Forest trying to rid his body of the scent in desperation.
But as long as there was even a hint of sulfur left on him, he would never be able to elude Zhao Sheng's nose.
The Great Elder Shen fled into Mang Forest, vanishing in the blink of an eye amidst the layers of dense foliage and branches.
As the Cloud Boat reached above Mang Forest, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jijian quickly jumped down, landing on the damp, soft forest floor.
The two looked around vigilantly, their Divine Sense sweeping the area, but apart from the ancient trees, tangled vines, and the rustling insects, the surroundings were eerily silent, with no trace of the Great Elder Shen in sight.