Under the boundless pale yellow expanse, Lin Shiming came to a halt.
Around him, nine Spiritual Ants formed a circle, flicking their sharp fangs as they continuously probed their surroundings.
Lin Shiming looked down at the ants, his expression solemn.
In the next moment, he understood the situation.
He had not fallen into a Formation.
However, the situation was not particularly good for him. Under the perception of the Spiritual Ants, many newly laid Formations were detected nearby, which didn't seem to instill fear in the ants.
This suggested a high likelihood that the Formations were laid by Cultivators, and to lay so many indicated that a force of Immortal Cultivators was even more likely.
The unknown was always more terrifying!
At this moment, even the prospect of Thousand Year Spiritual Medicine could not attract him.
He only hoped that the other party, eager to capture the Spiritual Medicine, would pay him no attention!