The torrential rain pounded on the canopy as if the sky had been pierced, creating a hole, with wild winds causing the large trees to sway erratically. It was pitch-dark, and visibility was reduced to less than an arm's length. Luo Zheng climbed up a large tree, looked at the dark world around him, and felt a heaviness in his heart. He gripped the branches tightly to avoid being shaken off by the wind.
"Awooo—!" Suddenly, several wolf howls erupted from the dense forest ahead, followed by even more howling. Luo Zheng's expression grew grimmer; despite the terrible weather, the pack had still arrived. How would they fight this? Lan Xue's voice, reminding everyone to be careful, echoed in his ears.
