Chapter 5: One Stroke, Beheaded!

"Danger?"

Feng Yin seemed puzzled.

What happened to the small pine tree? Or what did it come across?

Just then, the sounds of battle drew closer, muffled shouts of anger were noticeable, accompanied by a loud resonance, like weapons clashing.

The noise was approaching.

Feng Yin instantly took cover. A tree, its branches, and leaves rapidly flourished, hiding him from sight.

A strand of ink silkworm thread was effortlessly thrown out.

Caught by the roots of the small pine tree, it branched out in multiple directions at once.

Several roots broke the surface, each catching onto a strand of the thread.

Feng Ying swiftly landed on another small tree, with its white fur instantly taking on the same color as the tree.

Even Feng Yin, gazing intently, couldn't perceive it.

Huh, when did this little being acquire this ability? It can change color?

Unexpectedly, a burly figure burst through the treetops, brandishing a broadsword, laughing sinisterly.