Chapter 227: Sneaking To The Outpost
It didn’t take long for Han Yu to regret his choice.
The path he had taken down, steep and dangerous as it was, had shifted. Lava crust had formed new ridges, and worse—he could see glowing eyes and flickering shapes dotting the slope.
Char-scaled geckos the size of small dogs slithered over the rocks with territorial jerks of their heads, tails lashing. Meanwhile, flying around them were bloated volcanic wasps—buzzing loudly, their wings beating sparks into the air.
They were clearly engaged in some brutal turf war. Every few seconds, a wasp would dive at a gecko, only to be caught midair by a flailing tail swipe. The geckos hissed. The wasps hissed louder.
Han Yu blinked, then quietly stepped back behind a boulder.
"Yeah. No," he whispered to himself. "Not interrupting the Battle of Mount Insect. I’d rather fight Li Mei on an empty stomach."
The slope was out of the question.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. That left only one path. The one he had tried to avoid from the start. The one the Mist Eye Sect had taken.
He shivered—not from the heat, but from the implications.
"I’ve already beat death once today," he murmured to himself. "I can do it again. Maybe. Probably. Let’s say definitely, for morale."
Grimacing, he turned and began retracing the vague direction the Mist Eye group had taken. He remembered the direction Elder Wei had emerged from—somewhere near the caldera’s northern curve. He circled that way slowly, careful to keep to the shadows, his scorched shoes silent on the uneven stone.