The forest was very dangerous. It was home to many poisonous insects and savage, bloodthirsty beasts.

However, the area around the hut was strangely peaceful as if the ferocious beasts in the forests could sense a great danger within it and did not dare to approach. 

This quiet and peaceful atmosphere lasted for seven days.

On a banana tree near the hut, densely packed sharp dark-gray leaves swayed in the wind.

A droplet of dew rolled down the tree. The droplet faintly trembled when it touched the ground and turned into mist. The mist silently spread, gradually taking the shape of a thin figure.

The entire process was completely noiseless and not a single sound was made.

The thin figure stood under the banana tree as he quietly observed the hut and its surroundings.

He was dressed in black and his figure was as thin as a blade’s edge, revealing only a pair of bewitching cold dark-blue eyes.

He was called Shui Ying and was from the water brute tribe.

A total of four water brute experts had been dispatched into Demon Cloud...