"So, it's a Black Scale Leopard. I'll let you off this time..." Bing Ruolan watched the Demon Beast fleeing, stuck out her tongue playfully, and sheathed her bright blue sword.
The Black Scale Leopard was only a second-level Demon Beast, the lowest-ranking creature in the Blood Roar Plains, and not very strong.
"Luo Feng, let's get going," Bing Ruolan said, turning back to Luo Feng.
Luo Feng nodded. As he turned away, he glanced back at the dark night, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.
If it had only been the Black Scale Leopard, it definitely wouldn't have triggered such a strong sense of danger. His instincts told him that something more dangerous lurked nearby.
Ever since departing from Green Wood Peak, Luo Feng had constantly felt like he was being tracked. He didn't believe this was a mere illusion; his keen senses had saved him from danger many times before.
Could it be the person Elder Hai mentioned?
