Chapter 11: Needed to Move Carefully Ahead!
With the Blue Sapphire Clan’s hunters undoubtedly on his trail, John didn’t dare slow his pace.
His lungs burned, his muscles ached, and the wounds from his earlier battle still throbbed—but Level Five Breathing ensured his endurance far surpassed any ordinary man’s.
Where another cultivator might have collapsed from exhaustion, John pushed forward, his strides eating up the distance with relentless efficiency.
The wilderness blurred around him as he ran—towering ancient trees with gnarled roots, patches of thorny underbrush, and the occasional rocky outcrop.
The forest was alive with danger; more than once, he sensed the presence of other beasts lurking in the shadows.
Some were predators, their auras thick with killing intent.
Others were territorial, watching him with glowing eyes from the undergrowth.
But John didn’t engage.
His ’Spatial Sense (Level Five)’ hummed at the edge of his consciousness, scanning a twenty-meter radius in all directions.
It painted a mental map of his surroundings—every rustling leaf, every shifting branch, every predator lying in wait.
When a massive serpent, its scales glistening like polished jade, uncoiled from a low-hanging branch ahead, he veered left without breaking stride.
When a pack of wolf-like creatures with crimson eyes prowled too close, he altered his path, slipping past them like a ghost.