Soon, John successfully led the Hunters into the depths of the Eternal Forest.
He had never been here before.
The forest was lush, teeming with life, its vitality rivaling even that of his Death Land.
"Elven Spring!" In the distance, a meandering spring caught his eye.
The immense life force was radiating from this very spring—undoubtedly the Elven Spring.
John slowed down, carefully sensing his surroundings. There were many traces of life energy, but none belonged to gods.
This should be the Void Area, so why wasn't there a single godly presence?
"Human, this is only one of the coordinates!" A dignified voice called out from afar as a middle-aged man appeared, followed closely by the Beast Clan's army.
"Ans-Dragon?" John sensed the aura emanating from the man and guessed his identity.
Ans-Dragon nodded slightly, acknowledging John's presence.
Behind them, Munir led the Hunter army, surging forward with ferocity.
