Xu Yang took a couple of steps forward, but the more he ran, the more he felt something was amiss.
Why did his back feel so cold and breezy?
His footsteps had also become sluggish.
It was as if his body was reluctant to run forward.
He had just seen the tiger's tracks and wanted to get away from this area.
Better not to say anything and just leave.
But after running these few steps, he felt that something was off.
Xu Yang had good observation skills, a skill he had honed in the mountain.
He halted abruptly, scanning the area ahead with a rather serious expression.
It seemed... there was something.
Originally, the tiger was about two hundred meters away from Xu Yang. After Xu Yang had jogged a few steps, he had gotten to about one hundred and fifty meters from it.
Between them was a mix of vegetation and leaves, a dense green thicket.
Seeing the other party from this distance was very difficult.