Before dawn the next day, Fang Han had already left camp.
A veil of morning mist shrouded the vast mountain forest.
His form, ethereal as smoke, weaved between ancient trees and jagged rocks. He pushed his Spirit Smelling Technique to its limits, and the auras of everything for several miles around flooded his senses.
The demons were more numerous today than they had been yesterday.
And a few of the auras felt even more powerful than the strongest demon he had encountered the day before.
Although judging strength by aura alone wasn't always accurate, it was enough to tell him that these demons were undoubtedly powerful.
SWOOSH!
Fang Han's eyes narrowed, but he showed no fear.
He suppressed his aura and sped toward the most powerful one he could sense.
It was a hidden valley, where a demon resembling a giant lizard had made its lair.
