The chilly wind whistled. It was only around four or five in the morning. It was November, already winter. Days were getting shorter and nights longer, there was only a faint afterglow at this moment. However, this didn't hinder Mu Lin and the others from moving forward.
Travelling in such a jungle shrouded in darkness was indeed a very dangerous thing.
Serpents, bugs, rats, and ants – these untamed elements of nature held the most dangerous threats. If one was careless, death was inevitable.
Nevertheless, during this time, the venomous snakes in the jungle should be hibernating, so at least they wouldn't have to worry about accidentally stepping on one and being bitten.
Inside the jungle, Mu Lin and Ying Sun's group were running wildly. Along the way, they trod upon not only animal bones but also human remains. This gave them a rough idea of the degree of danger inside.
Countless wars must have taken place in here.
