The forest was dense, hiding deadly traps.
Li Xian wielded his blade, cutting down another pursuer. Seeing himself surrounded, he realized the enemy's formation was complete. Grabbing a vine, he swung himself several meters away. Utilizing this momentum and the "Seven Stars Step," he moved swiftly through the air.
His figure darted. He vanished into the forest, while those attacking him shouted and pursued, but could not catch him.
Li Xian had been hunting since childhood and excelled in forest skirmishes.
"Though the array is strong, it requires cooperation from many. As long as I lead them by the nose, it becomes useless."
Li Xian's longsword was blood-stained as he cut down several more opponents. Finally, he saw the sea of flowers at Luofang Mountain, as beautiful as a fairyland.
Everywhere flowers bloomed, competing in beauty. Distant mountains stood tall, rivers wound. Colorful mist hovered above, full of fragrance, intoxicating the heart.
