That night.
Compared to the outside world, the night within this dense forest was far darker.
The wind and snow had stilled.
The black clouds parted, revealing the bright moon.
The moonlight was cold and clear, pouring over the land; the vast white snow reflected a silvery glow.
Beasts emerged from their hiding places and began to forage.
Roars echoed one after another, becoming the only sound in this primeval forest.
Of course, there were also people running through the woods.
Large swathes of blood stained everything around.
"Huff, huff!"
For half an hour, Chen Yang had not stopped for even a moment, charging madly in a single chosen direction.
Unfortunately, his injuries were severe, and on top of that he was carrying two grown men, so in that half hour he hadn't managed to run very far.
Sure enough.
Behind him there were already booming crashes, clearly someone was in pursuit.
"You really thought you could get away?"
