Lin Ye became an invisible phantom.
He hugged the jagged cliff face, completely concealing himself within its shadows. He made no sound, nor did he stir so much as a speck of dust.
Lin Ye pressed deeper.
He didn't dare take the main path. Instead, he stuck to the side routes where he wouldn't leave footprints and was less likely to encounter anyone.
Even so, he soon faced the most perilous moment of his journey.
An Eight-armed Race patrol of more than fifteen members passed right in front of him, the closest coming within two meters.
Lin Ye held his breath, intentionally slowing his heartbeat. He even worried that the heat radiating from his body might be detected by this race with their acute senses.
Fortunately, the concealment granted by his Shadow Scale was flawless.
The patrol was composed entirely of six-armed elites, their gazes sweeping the area like blades. Yet not a single one of them glanced twice in Lin Ye's direction, as if he simply didn't exist in this world.
