Nether Stone

Fan Ganglie followed the pawprints until he reached the edge of the cliff.

"Don't tell me—"

"I saw trails left by other creatures. Maybe something's chasing it. With nowhere to go, it jumped off," said Ye Chenshan.

Fan Yujing and Li Ying didn't look pleased. The journey had cost them dearly. And Fan Ganglie's most precious Astral Pet had almost been killed. If the Fire-tailed Blood Fox had already died at the bottom of the cliff, all the time and effort would be for nothing.

Su Ping slowly scanned the area and also noticed the messy remains that suggested a fight. There were bright-red fur remains and broken bone chips everywhere.

He jumped off from the Magical Corpse Beast and looked below the cliff, while not forgetting about keeping an eye on who was behind him. The others in the group probably would not push him off, but he preferred to err on the side of caution.

There was nothing to look at. It was nighttime.