For several days in a row, Chen Dengming and his companion trod cautiously, hiding and resting while Jiang Qiang set up formation for defense. When they encountered demonic beasts on their journey, it was Chen Dengming who quickly dealt with them, cutting a bloody path through thousands of miles of danger.
Doing this, though harrowing, ensured their safety and allowed them to gradually distance themselves from the border of the Brocade Mill. They no longer saw traces of the Black Feather Monster Bird, or felt the same sense of oppression.
...
Two days later.
Evening.
A forest located tens of miles away from the gathering place.
Jiang Qiang, drenched in sweat, was tensely situated at the center of a whirlwind of rapidly moving air currents. A Golden Light Shield encased his body while his clothes fluttered wildly in the gale.
