Fang Hao wandered around in the Ancient Elephant Mountain Range for two or three more days, flying deeper until he completely felt no trace of pursuit, before stopping by a cold pool covered in thick fog.
This place was cold and damp, with fog that never dispersed year-round, and even Divine Sense was restricted.
Moreover, a fourth-order Peak Demon Beast, the "Green Water Mysterious Python," was entrenched in the cold pool, so ordinary Cultivators and Demon Beasts dared not approach, making it perfect for him to hide, lick his wounds, and digest his spoils.
He found a sheltered crevice, set up a concealment Formation, and took out several sets of Formation Flags looted from Qingfeng Stockade to set up a simple defensive and early warning Restriction before sitting down with a grimace in pain.
"Damn it, that crazy tiger really had a kick in his final counterattack." Fang Hao looked at his bloody, bone-fractured right fist and gasped.
