The little mouseâs teeth were hard, and it could crush anything with its teeth. The speed at which it ate the spirit grass was extremely fast.
âIs it still there?â The Third Elder asked in a low voice.
The Third Elder was a warrior who had condensed eight types of Zhen Qi. His strength was extraordinary, and this time, the Hundred Snake Valley Head had a lot of trust in him.
The elder who had sent the message nodded heavily and said, âThird elder, that mouse has been eating the herbs in front of us the entire time.â
That formation was a Confinement Formation. As long as one was within it, no matter if it was a human or a Monstrous Beast, they would be imprisoned and unable to attack.
These elders wanted to use it as a catalyst to lure Fang Chen here.
For the past half year, he had been immersed within the True Interpretation of Sword Truth, and was unable to extricate himself from it. It lasted for a full half a year.
âOh? Brother Hu, has something big really happened in West Ridge Land recently? â slim-faced man asked curiously.
Brother Hu explained in detail to the slim-faced man. Beside them, when Fang Chen heard Brother Huâs words, his expression immediately darkened.
Although they could not find any trace of Fang Chen, they believed that Fang Chen definitely did not die in the residence of a spiraling field Ranker.
âHe must have realized it was a scam and might be a coward.â The fourth elder said.
Then, he turned to look at the Third Elder, his eyes filled with rage.
âYour methods are really despicable.â Fang Chen said in a heavy voice.
âHmph, otherwise how could I lure you here?â The Third Elder sneered.
âYou shouldnât use such underhanded methods.â Fang Chenâs eyes were scarlet red, his entire body surging with dense killing intent as he said coldly.