The wilderness wind carried a dry, dusty scent.
Lin Ye's figure sped through the rolling hills, leaving a straight trail of dust in his wake.
As he left the area of the Linchuan Ruins, the surrounding Source Crystal radiation levels dropped sharply, and the air became much fresher.
But the danger had not diminished. In this vast, fallen land, every inch of ground could conceal a deadly threat.
Lin Ye was heading toward the Northern Great Rift Valley marked on his map.
Just as his figure skimmed past a patch of low, half-man-high shrubs...
SWISH!
A sharp whistle tore through the air from his right, swift as lightning!
Lin Ye's steps didn't pause in the slightest, but his body shifted half a meter to the left at an unbelievable angle.
In almost the same instant, a long, scarlet tongue covered in viscous, milky-white slime flashed through the spot where he had just been.
The tongue was covered in scalp-numbing barbs, and it stirred up a thick, foul stench in the air.
