In the jungle.
Jiang Chen hid behind a tree, quietly observing the forest ahead.
A mile ahead, there were large green tents constructed within the branches, roughly estimating at least a thousand tents.
"This should be their camp!"
Jiang Chen murmured softly, glancing at the nocturnal elves continuously flying towards the camp, and his lips curled slightly: "It's been a while since I used spirit stones to set up a formation. Let's see how many spirit stones your lives can fetch!"
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
He extended his hand, and nearly a hundred high grade spirit stones appeared in his hand, immediately thrown out.
Hundreds of spirit stones gathered at a point, causing the space to slightly ripple, and then they vanished.
