Feng Chen shot through the dense forest, his form little more than a shadow darting between trees. Each step was precise, powered by controlled bursts of Qi, propelling him forward like a lethal arrow in flight.
He felt the weak pulse of Yin and Yang's energy ahead of him, growing dimmer by the second, which only fueled the firestorm of rage building within him.
The energies were faint, flickering like dying flames in a cold wind. Yet, they were still alive. Barely.
His eyes gleamed with a burning intensity as his mind raced.
The Grave of Immortals blurred around him in streaks of green and shadow, the towering trees looming like silent sentinels as he raced deeper into the heart of the forest.
The cold moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting an eerie glow on his path. But none of it mattered... his senses were focused, every fiber of his being set on one goal... finding Yin and Yang.
