Having shaken off that mad dog Zhao Wuji, Fang Hao traveled through the thick fog with even greater caution, moving like a spider walking on the edge of a web, feeling apprehensive with every step.
He pushed his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes and Divine Sense to their maximum output, not letting a single rustle or movement escape his notice.
He clutched the star evolution plate in his hand, injecting a trace of spiritual power from time to time to confirm his direction and avoid potentially dangerous areas.
That thing was now one of his most important talismans for survival.
After walking for half a day in such a cautious and stealthy manner, he didn't run into any of the anticipated dangers, but instead managed to pluck a few Spiritual Plants of decent age and slaughtered two blind Low Grade Third-Rank Demon Beasts that had mistaken him for a snack.
The harvest wasn't much, but even a mosquito is meat, no matter how small.
