The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the earth was enveloped in darkness. The visibility in the vast primeval forest was less than three meters. The strong wind rustled the leaves, and unknown insects chirped tirelessly. Occasionally, the roar of wild beasts could be heard, adding a sense of terror to this pitch-black forest. A wild bird suddenly flapped and flew out of the woods, adding an eerie touch to the serene forest.
Luo Zheng employed his family-inherited Breathing Skill to conceal himself among the dead leaves beneath a large tree, creating a slight rise on the ground. Such piles of leaves were common in the forest and, with the cover of leaves, were hard to detect unless up close. With his eyes slightly closed, even two ants crawling on his face felt unnoticed, as he remained motionless, breathing deep and long.
