[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-corrupted-blood-lord":3,"chapter-corrupted-blood-lord-corrupted-blood-lord-chapter-59":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Corrupted blood lord",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1376408,1821,"Chapter 59 - 58 - The Shape of Shadows","corrupted-blood-lord-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>When he finally broke through the last line of trees, the familiar sight of the shed stood ahead of Teclos, its rune-covered wooden walls faintly humming with residual mana. For a moment, he just stood there—chest rising and falling, breath visible in the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he exhaled. A long and heavy sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shoulders dropped as the tension left his body all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need luck or saving. He had pulled through with quick thinking and adapted to the situation given to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grin slowly spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It grew wider by the second, until by the end, it looked quite cheeky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Suck on that, old man...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered under his breath, satisfaction clear in his tone as he walked up to the shed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least you’re not a total disappointment, brat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice suddenly came from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was close, very close, in fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grin vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body tensed as he turned his head slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man stood just a few steps away, hands behind his back, posture relaxed as if he had been there the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos rolled his eyes and turned fully now, masking the brief shock as best as he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did what you told me to do, old man,\" he said, tone sharp, a hint of defiance slipping through. \"What’s next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man studied him—not casually, but with a sharp glint in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It unsettled Teclos. The man usually ignored him—never even sparing him a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lingered on Teclos’s posture, his breathing, the way he held the short sword, the faint tremor still present in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defiance was written all over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s stubborn like a bull and proud like that lowly manticore up on the mountain.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no humor in the old man’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only cold evaluation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint crease formed between his brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t anger, at least Teclos didn’t seem to think so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more like a judging look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You talk too much,\" he said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos didn’t back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah, and you don’t explain enough. Anyway, I did the task.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s gaze lingered a second longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned away slightly, walking past Teclos toward the shed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did,\" he admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unlocked the door and stepped inside, motioning Teclos to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But barely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos’s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man placed the short sword back among the other weapons and retrieved Teclos’s gear, tossing it to him without ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your concealment was decent,\" the old man continued. \"Your decision to break the line of pursuit—correct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But your awareness is lacking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shut the shed door with a firm click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You noticed the pack too late. You didn’t question their numbers soon enough. And if you hadn’t acted when you did—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced sideways at Teclos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’d be dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a blunt and unfiltered judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos frowned but didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man wasn’t exactly wrong; it was just that his tone was pissing him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man turned fully now, facing him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something different in his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less dismissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More... acknowledging, kind of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve got instinct,\" he said. \"And just enough brains to not die immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smirk tugged at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But that attitude of yours...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will get you killed faster than any beast in this forest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos met his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unflinching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m still alive, aren’t I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something flickered in the old man’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp and dangerous, like he was looking at a fun toy to play with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and began walking back toward the forest path leading to town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come along.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the silence between them felt a bit different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as empty or distant anymore, at least Teclos seemed to think so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man spoke again after a few steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Same time tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos exhaled through his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course this stubborn old fool wouldn’t acknowledge him that fast, but this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no frustration from Teclos, as he saw that this old, grumbling ass of a man also could be moved, even if just a tiny bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing left for him was to focus on the next task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now he understood the rules of this game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he intended to shatter every expectation the old man had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos returned home that evening like he always did lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dinner was quiet. Familiar. Pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth of the house, the simple food, the low murmur of talking—it all felt... distant compared to the forest. Compared to the constant tension of being hunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ate his fill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Answered a few of Saldia’s questions about his day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avoided the ones he didn’t feel like explaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he went to his room to lay down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And was fast asleep within moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room felt cold and crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went through his morning routine: dress, wash, and eat. Then he stepped outside with Talmir. The two walked together in silence for a while before splitting near the guild hall, each heading toward their own responsibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos took his usual spot by the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting with folded arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning slightly against the wall near the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Feels like this is my new job. Heh... somehow this hell feels nicer than my old job back on Earth. I just wish I had coffee...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smirk tugged at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression twisted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...even though my new boss can go suck a long one.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue—the old man appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... spawned out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come, let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all he said, and Teclos followed him as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days turned into weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The routine never changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guild hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run away, adapt to new beasts’ hunting methods, and survive while returning to the shed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Teclos barely made it back each time—scraped, exhausted, pushed to his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started improving. At the end of each day, he would ponder what had gone wrong or how he could escape or hide better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements became quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His control over darkness was better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest, once overwhelming and dangerous, slowly became something he could read the flow of and adapt to its dangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then one day—when he wasn’t even winded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos stepped into the clearing of the shed, breathing steadily with a relaxed posture. No frantic or panicked movements during the chase. No desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first clean escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no immediate comment from the old man on how he sucked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No insult or critique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man simply watched him for a moment, again longer than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos raised an eyebrow but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t stop at the shed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was new...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They headed in a completely different direction. Toward Lupos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos noticed it immediately, and his curiosity sparked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What’s this about...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the old man, but there was no point in asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew the kind of answer he’d get, so he kept quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly halfway to the city, the old man suddenly veered left—back into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They went deeper and deeper, into different terrain. A slightly different scenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After another two hours of the same rough path—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reached a clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shed stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos stopped for a second, flabbergasted, thinking he was experiencing déjà vu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there, blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...How many of these things does he even have?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man ignored his reaction entirely, walking up and unlocking it like it was the most normal thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different arrangement and selection, but the same idea as with the last shed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man reached in, grabbed a short sword, and handed it to Teclos without explanation again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he took his gear like always. By now, it was also part of the daily routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shed door closed with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke before disappearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Up ahead,\" he said, voice calm... but somehow colder than usual, \"you’ll find a goblin camp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos’s ears perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A small one. They have primitive—wooden and bone—weapons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief pause, then he explained more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your target is the boss of that camp, the chieftain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his eyes locked onto Teclos, they lost their light, and a pure, cold killing intent slightly seeped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unwavering and absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit harder than anything the old man had said before. The tone he said it in gave Teclos slight goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sarcasm, no mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just an order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then return like usual.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fraction of a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos felt the old man’s unsettling coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something darker sat beneath the old man’s usual grumbling and insults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had never been there, Teclos stood alone in the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblin camp...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill the boss...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... sure. I swear a moodier geezer doesn’t exist on this planet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered it under his breath—but there was no real complaint in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he finally had something other to do than just run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still... he couldn’t shake that feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brief glimpse of something behind the old man’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’re one weird old bastard...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos shook his head and started his mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked toward the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos didn’t waste a second after the old man vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow tendril snapped upward, wrapping around a thick branch, and with a smooth pull, he lifted himself into the canopy. His boots never touched the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness gathered around him, shrouding him and making him less noticeable in the shadows. It clung to his body, wrapped around his limbs, softened his outline, and blurred his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned through less mana than before and was more obscured than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was... part of the darkness now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim light filtering through the dense canopy broke into patches and streaks, shadows stretching and connecting across trunks, branches, and uneven ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos slipped into them like water finding its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time since the old man had started training him that he wasn’t prey, but the predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved forward carefully, branch to branch, never rushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step was deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each shift of weight calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was really starting to move differently now. No more rushing, always in the darkness and shadows, never straying away from them even for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was slowly being morphed to think differently about what the best course of engagement was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only had a hard time rushing forward and head-on. And he always found success when going the silent way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn’t know was that he was being deliberately shown only one way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos extended his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His awareness spread outward from him, everything within his range noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt every movement around him. Sure, the range wasn’t that great, but it was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could escape him once it entered his range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, he found what he was looking for: faint, scattered signatures ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowed down and lowered his presence even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first one came into view minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perched lazily near the edge of a crude wooden structure, a goblin leaned against a sharpened stake, scratching its neck with dirty claws. Its skin had a sickly green tint, its posture hunched with twitchy movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos studied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only problem now was the direction of the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Tch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was blowing from his back toward the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins had sharp noses, so if his scent reached them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would turn messy fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly circling around the camp to get a better vantage point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sensed something like a messy patrol up ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t organized like soldiers—but also not entirely careless either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made them dangerous in their own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos paused on a thicker branch, crouching low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I don’t know what the boss is...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the biggest issue. A goblin wasn’t just a goblin; the chief might be a hobgoblin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stronger and faster variant. A physically enhanced goblin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or a shaman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adept at using special magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could complicate things, depending on how smart it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beast tamer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the worst outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would mean that powerful beasts could guard it, or ones with strong senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened slightly. There were too many unknowns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many ways this could go wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted across the camp again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teclos exhaled slowly through his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I can’t just start killing them.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrong move—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the entire camp would be alerted to an intruder. Besides, their blood could fall on him, always giving his location away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man told him to kill the chief, not fight the whole camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hunts required patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward slightly, narrowing his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill the head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the body would fall into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple but efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to be sure, Teclos sank deeper into the shadows, his presence dimming further until even the faint traces of him became nearly impossible to detect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he was sure they wouldn’t detect him, he moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a ghost drifting through the canopy, closing in on the heart of the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>",2323,"2026-06-05T22:04:41.819Z",1,"novelbin.me","4a3c2be10d22afb4daf8dea33742bb81d13763a301e73405d981c0cd952dc754","corrupted-blood-lord-chapter-60","corrupted-blood-lord-chapter-58",88,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcorrupted-blood-lord-cover.jpg"]