"Life Soul Grass?" Max blinked in surprise, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
This rare herb was a treasure even to powerhouses. From what he remembered, it could elevate one's cultivation by a small level instantly upon consumption, but it had a strict condition—it could only be used once in a lifetime, and had no effect thereafter. Even so, such a treasure was priceless, especially in a dire moment. Max's fingers gently closed around it as he tucked it away carefully.
Just as Max was carefully putting away the Life Soul Grass and preparing to descend the fiery slope, his Three Dimensional Body suddenly flared with alertness. It was subtle—like a ripple in the air behind him—but to Max's heightened perception, it might as well have been a scream.
He turned his head slowly, only to hear the sound of slow, mocking applause echoing through the volcanic haze.
