A thin layer of rain curtain hung down, with a figure advancing into the forest, bringing forth iridescent light.
Rushing forward, the aura scattered across the sky.
Marks, marks, marks!
His figure shuttled back and forth in Luofeng Mountain.
Every time his five fingers opened and closed, the mountain's aura transformed first into the wood attribute essence he controlled.
With a wave of his hand, they all scattered, yet ultimately returned to their original place, setting down coordinates.
Some went deep underground, planting hidden stakes, while others stayed glaringly bright on the surface.
Under green leaves, in gaps between grass and trees, Meng Chuan left traces of his aura coordinates.
While it lured the enemy, it also quietly laid a trap, waiting for Fang Jianxing to take the bait.
Fang Jianxing will definitely come!
The strategy of luring the tiger from the mountain, there's no way he's unaware.
