Dean rushed out of the forest after arranging the warning thread. He didn't stop but continued to move forward until he reached a hill about 20 miles away from the forest. He found a rocky hill and hid there. This was almost the limit of his thermal vision. Through the heat source, he could see the monsters in the forest. If these monsters were close to the warning thread, then the trap would be triggered. At least he would be able to distinguish whether they were the pursuers or not.
However, he knew that he could not fully rely on this little warning device. After all, he knew nothing about the enemy's abilities. However, since he could reach the Abyss level, other than having extremely terrifying abilities in certain aspects, he would not be too inferior in other aspects.
Dean gasped for breath. He took out the water from his backpack and drank a few mouthfuls to restore his strength. At the same time, he was thinking about the follow-up preparations.
Whoosh!
Baptiste returned at full speed. Along the way, he made a big noise and alarmed some monsters. But the monsters seemed to be aware of his murderous aura. They only chased for a few steps and stopped. After all, with his speed, it would be a short time for him to pass through the territory of the monsters. Most of the monsters didn't want to fight with a strong enemy unless their territory was invaded.
In the abyss, it was hard for humans to survive. The same was true for monsters. Once they were injured, they would become food for other monsters.
"Damned brat, when I catch you, I'll tear your face apart!" Baptiste was angry. In less than a quarter of an hour, he returned to the previous forest. When he arrived at the tree hole, Dean was already gone. Baptiste had expected this, but he was even more angry. He was more convinced that Dean had slipped away.
His gaze followed the branches and extended into the distance. In the pitch-black forest, between the countless densely packed branches, there seemed to be a path that only he could see. That path was like a trail of glowing footprints, guiding him in the direction he was following.
"It's your bad luck to meet me!" Baptiste sneered. His tracking ability was not as good as his hiding ability, but it was ranked second among his many abilities. Because he could track and hide, he dared to come to the edge of the Devil's Pit in the middle of the night without worrying about being ambushed by other high-level monsters.
Whoosh!
His silhouette flew out, shaking the branches and making them rustle. His silhouette shot out like an arrow, and after a while, he rushed out of the forest and continued moving forward. Along the way, he passed through plains, grass, and a forest that was more than ten miles in diameter.
"He's actually walking in a straight line. Hmph, the smell is still strong. He shouldn't be too far away." A cruel glint flashed in Baptiste's eyes. He was surprised that Lin Fan did not try to erase his aura. Was it because he was fearless? Or was he really an idiot? Clearly, even if one reached the Ruler level, they would understand this basic common sense. However, in his view, Dean didn't erase the smell. Obviously, he intended to fool him like before, but he wouldn't be fooled again!
Baptiste sneaked into a branch of the forest. The smell was getting closer and closer. The hostility in Baptiste's eyes became more obvious. He grinned and moved forward. Suddenly, his silhouette stopped abruptly. It was as if a picture had been paused for a moment. The pause was extremely abrupt, but the surrounding breeze and the clouds above the forest showed that it was not a time freeze.
Just this ability to stop abruptly was enough to make most experts exclaim in admiration and envy.
Baptiste squinted and his eyes fell on a leaf that he was about to touch. The clouds above the forest dispersed and the moonlight shone down. Baptiste saw it clearly. It was a thread. In fact, he could see it clearly even without the moonlight because he was "looking" with his nose.
His gaze followed the extremely well-hidden thread and saw that it was entwined around the giant branches in front of him. Moreover, it was entwined in places with lush foliage. It was so well hidden that even someone with good eyesight would not be able to detect it.
He glanced at it, and the scarlet color in his eyes deepened. There was even a hint of a smile in his eyes. Clearly, this was a trap left behind by that youth. From this, it could be seen that the youth was afraid of him. He was now a hundred percent sure that this youth was definitely not an Abyss Walker like him!
"Little devil, you're finished!" Baptiste sneered in his heart. He moved slightly and went around the area where the transparent silk threads were entangled. After successfully bypassing the giant trees, he looked around and saw a monster that looked like a cheetah or a big cat perched on a big tree. He took out a lump of sugar from his pocket and threw it into the middle of the giant trees. Then he turned around and continued to move forward. This time, he was not as fast as before. Even the breeze was light and did not make any noise.
"At the current temperature, the sugar will melt in three minutes. The mucous membrane inside will loosen and emit the fragrance of meat and soil. Three minutes later, the trap will be activated. This is the time when you are most relaxed. Whether you are the master or the abyss, you will die!" Baptiste was like a hunter sneaking into the night. His eyes were cold and cruel as he moved quietly in the night.
Following the smell, he soon came to the hilly area. His eyes locked on a hill.
"The smell is still here. Humph! Does he want to ambush me here?" Baptiste sneered. Baptiste sneered. When he was about to approach, he suddenly stopped. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. "I see. This is the real trap. If he knew that he was no match for me, then the silk thread in the forest was an early warning device. Since it was an early warning device, this place must be an ambush. But he did not hide his scent, so this is also an early warning device, and it is likely to be a trap. Two warning devices!" Baptiste sneered.
"As long as I take action, he will know. His original body and the King Undead should have hidden their smell and traces. They should be hiding nearby and can't go far."
Thinking of this, Baptiste stopped. He carefully used his ability to simulate the shape and characteristics of the surroundings. At the same time, he looked around, searching and distinguishing with his sense of smell.
Even if a certain method was used to erase the smell, there would always be something left behind. It should be known that, in addition to a person's body secreting sweat to release the smell, there would also be a person's original smell on their clothes and boots, or the smell of places they passed by. There were too many of these smells, and it was impossible to completely eliminate them. Even with his special stealth ability, he couldn't do it.
As long as he was careful enough, he could find the flaws.
However, he knew that he didn't have much time left. When the thread was touched, it should be when the youth was most vigilant and most relaxed. If he were to appear beside him at this moment and launch a sudden attack, he would absolutely be able to kill him in one strike!
However, three minutes were almost up. Baptiste was anxious to find Dean in the remaining time, but the anxiety didn't affect his body.
"Fragrance of flowers, moist soil …" Baptiste was like a hound as he carefully searched.
Suddenly, the sound of a strong gust of wind came from afar.
Although it was said to be a gust of wind, only his hearing could hear the sound of branches swaying in the forest twenty kilometers away. Moreover, he had to divide part of his attention to pay attention to the movements in that area. Only then could he hear it.
The sound of the wind was like a giant tree suddenly bouncing up. He knew that the silk thread was broken. The time was up.
His face sank as he missed the best opportunity to attack.
He calmed himself down and continued to focus on the search.
A few minutes later, Dean heard the sound of a stone being smashed somewhere. His eyes flashed but he didn't look back and continued to move forward.
Baptiste searched for a few minutes but still couldn't find Dean. He knew that there was no point in continuing to disguise himself. Dean must have known that he was here. He stopped lurking and rushed to the source of the smell. He saw a white towel hanging on a stone. Below the towel, a few words were engraved: Idiot, congratulations!
Yes, there was an exclamation mark behind the word 'you'. It was full of malice.
Baptiste was so angry that his mouth almost twisted. He immediately punched the stone, and with a loud bang, the stone broke into pieces.
When he smashed the stone, he suddenly came to his senses. He couldn't help but want to curse out loud. He suspected that the words on the stone were deliberately left behind by the other party to provoke him, and the sound he made when he smashed the stone just happened to remind the other party.
This was another warning device, and he had clearly seen it, but he had triggered it himself!
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