Yuan Ming ran for two or three hundred feet before daring to stop, hiding behind a rock. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

In that moment just now, he felt like he was about to be discovered. If he hadn't lit the incense in advance to hinder the other party, he would not have been able to escape.

"The soul cultivator in the Foundation Building stage is really terrifying. Fortunately, I have the cloak given by Xiying. I wonder how Xiying is doing," Yuan Ming pressed his chest with one hand, feeling like he had just brushed shoulders with the Grim Reaper.

But in the midst of panic, he still closed his eyes and began to check the perspectives of the two soul crows he had sent out.