Three-second Fire was no fool. He understood immediately after hearing Feng Hao's analysis. "Then what do we do? Just waiting here is still a death sentence, isn't it?"
"We can only trust our luck now," Feng Hao sighed helplessly. "Shh, that old bastard's coming."
At Feng Hao's words, Three-second Fire immediately fell silent. Through Feng Hao's Divine Sense, he nervously watched Feng Qianxing's every move.
In the sparse woods, Feng Qianxing drifted between the trees like a ghost. Despite searching repeatedly, he couldn't find any sign or trace of Feng Hao.
'Strange. Did he just vanish into thin air?' Feng Qianxing found it bizarre.
He spread his Divine Sense, sweeping it across the entire forest, but still found no sign of Feng Hao.
At the same time, the poisons in Feng Qianxing's body began to churn. The toxicity of [A Little Red] had not only recovered to 500 units, but the effects of the [Soft Bone Powder] were also growing increasingly intense.
