Chapter 1102: Chapter 684: Spatial Trap

The Beastman Army continues to delve deeper into San Tuo Mountain.

The black mist grows ever denser, like a thick gray curtain shrouding everyone’s heads.

The air is damp and chilly, and with each breath, a sticky coldness can be felt, as if something invisible clings to the skin, refusing to leave.

Using scent for tracking is no longer an option.

Though the poisonous traps in the mountains have been neutralized by the High Priest, no one dares to guarantee that the same method won’t appear again—if they use a scent-sensitive race as a guide once more, those warriors might all fall before even seeing the enemy.

However, some races among the Beastman Warriors possess other tracking methods, such as heat source detection, sound localization, or touch perception highly sensitive to vibrations.

While these methods can’t directly pinpoint Qin Tian’s location like before, they can at least find the traces of the human army. Once the human army is found, there will surely be clues about Qin Tian.

After all, Qin Tian wouldn’t just abandon his troops on the mountain.

Find his soldiers, and hurt them enough, then we’ll have no problem forcing Qin Tian to come out.

"Hiss—hiss—"

In the ranks, the Snake-men spat out slender snake tongues, spreading their perception.

Soon, they were the first to detect the nearby Stele Demons, those demons’ auras thick and chaotic, nauseating like sewage in a gutter.

But Elder Guhai had previously stated—if the Stele Demons do not move, they will not take the initiative against them. Besides, with many strong warriors present, they do not fear those Low Tier Stele Demons.

Therefore, the Snake-men ignored the presence of the Stele Demons, focusing their senses on tracking human activity.

Quickly, some of the most perceptive Snake-men found a clue, their tongues pausing in the air, then swiftly changing direction to swim towards a certain area deep in the mountains.

Three Beastman squads followed closely behind the Snake-men.

The deeper they ventured into the mountains, the denser the black mist became, almost obscuring the path ahead, with vision only extending a few measures, beyond which lay a gray, murky chaos.

Meanwhile, the cold, damp feeling grew stronger, the faint sense of being watched in the darkness making all the Beastman warriors feel extremely uneasy—like countless invisible eyes in the darkness observing them, coldly, patiently waiting.

The intense aura of the team became increasingly thick.

"Pisman, take a squad of warriors and slaughter all the Stele Demons nearby for me."

Amond turned to a Tier Seven Golden Behemoth behind him and ordered.

He could sense the suppressed violence within his troops, preferring to give the beasts an outlet rather than let them lose patience in their anxiety.

"Yes!" Pisman nodded heavily, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

Yet, as he took his first step, Guhai’s voice rang out, sternly saying, "Hold on."

Guhai’s face was serious, his gaze like a knife’s edge on Amond’s face: "Amond, our primary task is to kill Qin Tian. Before doing that, do not create unnecessary trouble, and certainly do not alert him."

"Elder Guhai, saying that is not right."

Amond’s heart was long aflame, his tone equally blunt, "You certainly have sensed that there are more Stele Demons around us. Their target is our three squads. If we don’t take advantage of their incomplete assembly to resolve them now, should we wait until all the Stele Demons in the mountains are gathered to make a move? By then, it won’t be us besieging them, but them besieging us!"

Amond’s voice grew louder, the golden eyes burning with unreserved fury: "Resolving Qin Tian is important, but protecting the safety of our troops is equally important! Since you, Elder Guhai, won’t strike, this job falls to me. But let me say upfront—I’m doing this to protect your troops too. I don’t need your help, but I also hope you won’t question me!"

Upon hearing this, anger flashed in Guhai’s eyes.

This Amond, still as arrogant, reckless, and foolish.

Indeed, even if Behemoths are strong, they are just thoughtless brutes.

Seeing Guhai and Amond start a verbal conflict, the warriors behind them immediately became tense; some tensed their bodies, some silently grasped their weapons, some began to pull away from the other’s team, a look of alertness appearing in their eyes.

As a neutral party, the Eternal Ice Silkworm’s squad remained silent, watching the spectacle.

Vilute stood there expressionlessly, icy blue eyes revealing no emotion, neither conciliatory nor siding.

Such internal conflicts are all too common among the Beastmen.

Perhaps influenced by their bloodlines, Beastmen mostly have volatile tempers, lacking the patience for forbearance and considering the big picture compared to humans. Conflicts are frequent among them, and internal warfare occurs more often than wars between Beastmen and humans. Usually, the other royal families slightly bow to the Ancient Dragon Race, but it depends on the individual—encountering someone like Amond, he doesn’t care about the occasion, if displeased, he acts.

"Amond, if your rash actions alert Qin Tian and he escapes, can you bear that responsibility?" Guhai’s voice turned severe, the Ancient Dragon Race’s bloodline suppression pressing on Amond like an invisible mountain.

"Alert him?" Amond snorted coldly, not yielding an inch, "With his ability, if he wanted to run he would have done so already, would he still obediently wait for us to come knocking? The situation was clear just now—Qin Tian knew we were here, so he set a trap for us to fall into. We can’t follow his rhythm; instead, we need to stir the waters in our own way to force him to reveal a flaw!"

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