In a world shrouded by grey fog, the light is naturally dim.
And as the sunset gradually fell over the mountain, the Otherworld became even more dark.
"No, we absolutely can't spend the night here." Du Yu thought secretly, holding a torch in one hand, and turned to glance at the team behind him.
The Demon Beasts stuck closely to the tree wall, running quickly, trying their best to keep up with Du Yu's speed. Behind him, Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan rode together, vigilantly observing the sides and rear.
"Nai!" Xiaobai suddenly let out a deer cry, stopping in its tracks.
"What is it?" Du Yu turned back to look forward.
A blood-soaked scene appeared before his eyes.
Dozens of Demon Beasts were pierced by branches, hanging high in the air, their deaths extremely tragic.
They were of different races, various sizes and shapes, but the one thing they had in common was that they were all corpses, motionless.
"Drip~Drip..."
