Yun Che was starting to regret leaving in such a hurry; he had forgotten to borrow Cang Yue’s Giant Snow Eagle.
Three days later, the familiar town finally appeared before his eyes. Resounding howls from the profound beasts also sounded from afar frequently… That place, was the Wasteland of Death that spanned nine hundred kilometers.
This was the small town that was the closest to the Wasteland of Death. Back then, it had taken Yun Che ten days to reach this place from the Blue Wind Imperial City, but this time, it had only taken him not even three days.
The profound horse below Yun Che was already exhausted, and its strength was no longer enough to sustain it. Yun Che dismounted from it and walked into the small town. To traverse through the Wasteland of Death that was fraught with dangerous profound beasts, a mount was not only useless, but also a burden.
The town was lively as usual, as adventurers and troops hailing from different places made their ways through the not too wide street. Yun Che looked about, searching for a place to sell his mount. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a sort of strange aura.
Yun Che furrowed his eyebrows and concentrated. His spiritual awareness quietly dispersed… Suddenly, from the front, back, left, right… and even from above, he felt all sorts of gazes flashing with extremely minute bloodlust.
Although they had hidden it extremely well, even if they were to hide it ten times better, they would still not be able to escape Yun Che’s senses, which had been honed from the millions of times he had been hunted down in the past.
And he was also very familiar with one of the auras amongst them, which was also the strongest aura.
Burning Heaven Clan’s Great Elder… Fen Moli!!
The Burning Heaven Clan’s speed far surpassed Yun Che’s expectations. They had clearly already grasped his intentions and had arrived first at the place they knew he was bound to come to.
Without batting an eyelid, Yun Che leisurely walked into the same tavern he had previously stayed in.