On the other side, Qin Wudao led his group toward the colossal, blade-mountain at the center of the ruins. With his Earth-grade soul, he possessed keen senses, capable of perceiving any disturbance in the vicinity, even the slightest rustle of wind or movement of grass.
If you want to survive longer in a world full of cultivators, you must stay vigilant, especially when in unfamiliar ruins. A blade of grass or a tiny rock might become a lethal weapon. Of course, these visible threats were not the only risks; the hidden enemies lurking in the darkness were the most dangerous. It is well known that power struggles among people are always the cruelest indeed!
"Wait!" When they were passing through a canyon, Qin Wudao suddenly stopped, scrutinizing what lay ahead, a cold smile touching his lips. "If you're waiting for me, why bother hiding? Just show yourselves!"
Wu Ming and the others were startled and looked around cautiously but found nothing.
It was dead silent.
