The sudden danger made Ling Chen instantly alert, and he quickly turned his head to see several logs rolling towards him from one side. The ends of the logs had been whittled by a knife, sharp beyond compare. Being hit by a log would be a certain death.
Seeing this, Ling Chen remained calm amidst the chaos, his eyes cool and collected, as he swiftly squatted down. In an instant, several logs skimmed past his abdomen and crashed into the tree trunks beside him. For a moment, all that could be heard was the rustling of branches and leaves, and falling foliage.
With the crisis averted, Ling Chen silently breathed a sigh of relief; this damned place was filled with so many traps.
Ah!
As he was thinking, a pitiful scream suddenly came from not far away. Following the direction of the sound, Ling Chen saw that one of Zhu Hong's men had accidentally fallen into a trap and was instantly killed.
