Deep within the dense forest of Blackwind Ridge, Li Xuancang and Zhao Changlin supported each other as they stumbled through the woods.

Their wounds, which had stopped bleeding, began to seep again due to the jarring mountain path, each step pulling at their injuries, sending waves of excruciating pain through their bodies.

The sunlight was blocked by the overlapping canopy, casting a dim and chilly gloom over the forest.

The air was thick with the sinister aura unique to demon beasts.