The Lynx lay quietly on the tree trunk, staring at the scene of the Wolf Den.
Its upper body was mixed with branches and leaves, the color of its fur was closer to green, and its lower body was brown with the tree trunk.
With such an excellent mimicry ability, coupled with its very stable and motionless appearance, it was indeed difficult to see its position.
If anyone was to blame, it was their bad luck. The natural breeze slightly destroyed its excellent mimicry environment, and Su Ming, who was in the cave, recognized it at a glance.
The Lynx was watching the cave, while Su Ming was watching the Lynx.
He did not take the risk of shouting out loud. Instead, he looked around vigilantly to see if there were any companions with similar abilities around.
After looking around, Su Ming really found something strange.
First, there was a patch of trees in the distance. The branches and leaves seemed to have been torn apart.