Deng Feng was a seventh subrealm Anima Realm cultivator and the newly made second in command of the Raging Boars. Like the other members of this sect, he had once been a roaming bandit who made a living from those he pillaged. He joined Mao Yuhan after the man displayed his incredible prowess. He had been lured in by the man with promises of power, riches, and women.
And he’d gotten those.
Until recently.
“We’ve been searching this damn forest for a whole day. Where the hell is that brat,” he grumbled.
Mao Yuhan had established a base near the Magical Beast Forest’s mouth, then had his men expand their search out from that point in a net. The goal was to thoroughly search the forest, leaving no stone untouched, while continuously expanding their search radius to prevent Jian Wu from escaping.
So far, they hadn’t had much luck.
At the very least, Deng Feng had seen neither hide nor hair of the brat.
“Sir! We’ve found something!” someone called out.