The nights in the Southern Region were filled with the roars of beasts and a heavy mist. The moonlight shone weakly, giving the foliage a faint silver glow.
But...
It failed to shine through the canopy.
A large black figure shot through the sky, blocking the moonlight and casting a large shadow on the ground.
"They will be the death of me! These sneaky Southern Region b*stards! Sister Yan, where do we go now?" Ping Yang pouted unhappily. She had lost Fang Zhengzhi.
This wasn't her fault either.
What kind of place was the Southern Region?
It was filled with towering trees and forests. Even from above, one did not have a clear line of sight.
That made pursuing and tracking highly ineffective.
Furthermore, Ping Yang was not born and bred here.
After the 500 silver horned wolves shot out of the valley, they went into the dense forest and split up into 10 groups.
Ping Yang was stunned.
