Song Qingxing stared at the burly Cultivator less than a mile away. A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes as he silently uttered a single word: "Kill!"
With that, his figure shot forward.
The burly Cultivator was in a party of three. Two were at Early-stage Foundation Establishment, while he himself was a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator. This was not an insignificant force, but in the Mist Concealing Mountain Range, they didn't dare let their guard down for a moment, remaining on high alert.
Suddenly, the burly Cultivator stopped in his tracks, his face wary as he scanned his surroundings.
"Yang Kui, what's wrong?" Seeing his grave expression, his companion grew tense as well, gripping his Magical Artifact and anxiously scanning their surroundings.
Yang Kui shook his head and whispered, "I felt a sudden chill for no reason. Something's not right about this place. Let's be careful."
