This beast… it had to be at least Nascent Soul level.
Maybe even stronger.
That was a realm so far above Han Yu's current cultivation it may as well have been a god. Even if he turned and bolted at his top speed, he'd be dead before his second step. One flick of that beast's body, one casual swipe of its tail, and he'd be paste on the cavern walls.
But despite its monstrous power, the creature had not reacted to his presence. It hadn't so much as glanced up toward the tunnel he was hiding in.
'Why?'
He forced his ragged breathing to calm, thinking, calculating.
Snakes were supposed to have a keen sense of smell. Some could even detect heat signatures and spiritual fluctuations. By all rights, this thing should have noticed him the moment it entered the cavern.
His eyes slowly drifted down to his filthy robe. He was covered in dust, dirt, and dried gunk from the previous tunnels. Bits of old beast dung clung to his sleeves and legs, and his hair was matted with cave dust.
