The Trap is Sprung

A few minutes earlier, Nine Revolutions Maze…

Hu Long took deep breaths, feeling the cold mist brush against his skin. However, although it was cold in the depths of the maze, it wasn't the mist that was giving him goosebumps.

The towering canyon walls looming on either side of him were giving off immense pressure, thanks to the natural formation formed by the maze, but even this wasn't what commanded Hu Long's attention.

It was the heavy killing intent that made his hair stand on end. It was hidden, expertly dispersed so as to not tip off their prey, but to Hu Long's heightened senses, the feeling was palpable.

As if he could smell blood.

He shook his head, trying to steady himself. It was too late to get cold feet, now.

"Brother Hu, are you feeling alright?"

The gentle voice of Yao Chen beside him shook Hu Long from his thoughts, and he gave a sidelong glance before slowly nodding.