The ground trembled. A Devil Beast was stomping across the land, heading straight for Lin Hao's position.
It was getting faster and faster.
Lin Hao gritted his teeth and sat up, about to get to his feet.
Devil Beasts had an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and from the sound of it, this one was at least Tier Three.
A Tier Three Devil Beast's strength was comparable to a Soul Gathering Realm Martial Artist. If he stayed lying on the ground, there was no way he could escape its Spiritual Sense.
If found, his body would be stomped into a meat paste.
Standing up was his only sliver of hope.
But just as Lin Hao sat up, his eyes narrowed.
He saw a Martial Artist darting through the landscape.
The Martial Artist glanced back and spotted him.
It was a sturdy young man, dressed only in beast hides, with a large beast-hide bag slung over his shoulder. His muscles were exceptionally developed, making him look like a small mountain.
