Poison God's Heritage
"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Infiltration
The pathway we were on was enough for about five people to walk side by side without any of them feeling discomfort, which was in fact a good enough length for me to move and fight with space to spare and just about enough for the two more agile units to maneuver without being too affected by the terrain.
The Darkness of the tunnel made it difficult to see, but thanks to several visual aiding mechanisms like infra-red sight, and echolocation that is installed as inscriptions in the puppet's mind, I was able to see and even hear everything around me.
Including the slow breath of a white rakshasa far back in the tunnel.
Due to the inability to use Divine Sense, I could only use radio communication between the puppets, but that would undoubtedly alert the White Rakshasa sleeping in the tunnel.
I held my hand up, closed my fist, then pointed two fingers forward.