"Over there...there's blood everywhere, a demon purgatory!" The Tracking Dog looked to the north, its eyes filled with horror.
"That's the demon camp!" Yang Guang said, looking at the direction the dog was staring at, his expression grave.
Could it be that a major catastrophe had happened at Shuyao Mountain?
"Where is Mr. Qi?"
"Not good, I can smell Mr. Qi's scent in there!" the Tracking Dog exclaimed loudly.
"What, no, I promised to keep Mr. Qi safe!" Yang Guang's heart tightened, fearing that Qi Yuan had already encountered danger.
After all, putting together what the Tracking Dog had said, it was very likely that Qi Yuan was surrounded by the demon camp and a fierce battle had ensued.
That's why there was such a strong smell of blood.
"I must go and see for myself!" Yang Guang was still very committed to keeping his promises.
...
From summer to autumn, then to winter.
For many insects, it was a lifetime.
