Through his spatial Perception, he could clearly "see" the dense, dark army marching step by step into his preset ambush.
...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Black Rock Tribe's Military Array advanced slowly, but with immense pressure.
Qing Shan rode on the back of his mount, an Earth-Split Beast, his Crimson eyes scanning the swamp ahead.
He could smell the lingering stench of that scoundrel snake, Hiss, in the air, as well as the unfamiliar, iron-and-blood scent of a Foreigner.
'Master's order was to probe.'
'Then I'll use my fists to drag these skulking insects out of the mud one by one and crush them!'
Qing Shan grinned, revealing stark white fangs.
He despised the Black Viper Tribe's methods of sneak attacks and poison more than anything.
'A true powerhouse should just steamroll them openly!'
Just then, a sudden, extreme sense of crisis erupted from the depths of his soul. The black, keratinous layer covering his body instantly tensed.
'Danger!'
