Mountain peaks and ridges.
The edge of a dense jungle.
A flicker in the Void.
Wu Xiaode materialized from mid-air and landed on a grassy hillside.
Crackling—
A burst of flames erupted from the Space Transmission Device in his hand, emitting black smoke.
Wu Xiaode took the transmitter off his hand, threw it on the ground, thought for a moment, then dug a hole and buried it.
All around was very quiet.
Yet, Wu Xiaode felt an inexplicable tension in his heart.
Yes.
Since establishing the Wall of Sighs and awakening the skills of the Death Realm, his sensitivity to danger and death had increased.
"Mist."
He whispered.
A faint mist emerged around him, spreading out.
The wind blew.
Whoosh—
All the mist, along with Wu Xiaode, disappeared into the dense forest, leaving no trace.
For some reason.
He felt all his muscles tighten.
An unknown danger was lurking nearby, yet it was invisible.
What could it be?