A gentle breeze drifted through the forest as Luo Chen lightly tapped off the branches and came to a stop atop the canopy. The moment he saw Saberstorm retreating, he instinctively widened the distance between himself and the valley as well.0

Up to this point, the battle had unfolded almost exactly as the Angler had described before their departure. In truth, it had not been particularly dangerous. In front of their strength, the countless Withered Blood Vines were shattered with ease. Even the seemingly troublesome fourth-tier vines did not pose any real threat to them. Of course, all of this rested upon the fact that every one of them was a late-stage Adept or had power on that level. Had the group consisted of ordinary early- or middle-stage Adepts instead, the situation would never have been handled so effortlessly. Sometimes, just a few minor stages of cultivation were enough to form an insurmountable gulf.0

Now, even someone as powerful and domineering as Saberstorm had chosen to retreat. That alone showed just how terrifying the enemy they were about to face truly was. Luo Chen was no fool; the instant he sensed the change in the situation, he immediately pulled back as well. Standing on the treetops, he stared at the monstrous white vine, its enormous body spanning so far through the sky that its full length could not even be measured. He gulped hard. So this...0