"What a cunning Demon."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a thoughtful look flashing within them as he muttered to himself.
This Grandmaster Demon truly was cunning.
It had somehow managed to spread its aura in multiple directions.
The trackers who followed those trails would only be led astray.
By the time they realized the trail had gone cold and turned back, the Demon would be long gone. Any scent it left along the way would have likely dissipated.
"HUMMM—"
Fang Han took a deep breath and closed his eyes once more.
He pushed the *Thousand-Mile Soul Lock* technique to an unprecedented level.
A mysterious energy flowed from his nostrils, spreading like a vast, invisible net, blanketing the entire ten-mile radius.
His mind was intensely focused, sifting through the dozens of seemingly identical auras, filtering, discerning, and selecting.
He was searching for that one "special" aura.
Time trickled by in the silence.
At a certain moment—
