The dark night sky spread across the land like a curtain relentlessly descending, aiming to entirely envelop the land filled with gusts of chill wind.
As the continent where Li Muyang was located welcomed the early sunrise and the daylight brightened, far in the north of the Tianyuan Continent beyond the frontier, night was falling, and the sun was setting.
Li Muyang was running through the wilderness and forest, followed by the shrill, mocking laughter of the Wandering Immortals.
This group of monsters, missing for a long time, had once again shown up at his door to chase and kill.
They roamed within the shadows, their strange figures occasionally appearing and disappearing among the forests, persistently pursuing their chase.
Li Muyang frowned slightly as he sniffed the familiar stench in the air.
His back felt that familiar, sticky coldness once again.
The two little girls had, once again, hidden in his shadow.