SWOOSH!
Having made his decision, Fang Han no longer hesitated.
With a flicker of his thoughts, the pitch-black ring on his left index finger flashed with a barely perceptible glimmer of light.
The Cloud Splitting Sword vanished from his palm, replaced by the pale cyan Sword Scabbard of the Wind Shocking Sword.
HUMMM—
The Returning Ruins Hidden Essence Skill operated with unprecedented intensity, suppressing the aura around his body until it was nearly nonexistent.
His heartbeat grew slow and drawn-out, his skin temperature merged with the environment, and the sound of his breathing became almost inaudible.
Like a piece of dead wood, he slid out from behind the bushes, inching step by step toward the giant crocodile sprawled at the edge of the muddy islet.
The stench of the swamp mixed with the exotic fragrance of the Secret Technique Fruit, completely masking his scent.
