The forest was vast and boundless.

Qin Feng grabbed the Buddha's relic and ran.

But he underestimated the unreasonable nature of these Chosen Ones. He had barely taken a few steps before a young man in black blocked his path.

This person wielded a black longsword, his gaze filled with an extraordinary determination. His mind was as calm as a tranquil lake, and his lean body was like a sharp, unsheathed sword.