Chapter 65
Minutes ago, when the small spark of flame suddenly appeared beneath the spot where Poto was standing, he sensed it.
But by the time his mind tried to process how a spark had formed without any trigger, a chill ran through him. His instincts screamed louder than ever.
Danger.
The tree beneath him erupted into a storm of raging flames. Fire devoured every inch of it in an instant.
Poto was caught off guard, but not helpless.
Qi burst outward from his body as he spread it in a sharp, controlled wave, compressing it tightly around himself. This was not something just any cultivator at his level could do. It was a technique drilled into the elites of the scavenger group, taught personally by their lord, a terrifyingly powerful and skilled cultivator.
That mastery saved him.
What could have been fatal became survivable.
If Poto had doubted before, that doubt was gone now.
Something was wrong with the baby.
No. Not just wrong.
The baby was not normal.
