As the sun gradually descended from the sky, both Xu Feng and Zhao Kai's vision became limited.
The soft hues of twilight faded, and the shadows lengthened, casting an eerie darkness over the landscape. The once-clear path was now a maze of obscured obstacles and shifting silhouettes.
Xu Feng's keen senses allowed him to adapt quickly to the dim light, his eyes scanning the terrain with ease.
The faint rustle of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures served as his guide. He moved with quiet confidence, his footsteps barely making a sound as he navigated the rocky path.
In contrast, Zhao Kai struggled with the encroaching darkness. His breaths came in quick, shallow puffs as he tried to keep pace with Xu Feng.
Each step felt precarious, his feet occasionally slipping on loose gravel or catching on hidden roots.
