At the steep cliff, a patch of Spirit Grass suddenly came into view, flickering with Spiritual Light, and everyone's eyes brightened.
Bear in mind, in the mountains, there's no day or night; in the blink of an eye, the supplies everyone carried had all but run out.
Zhuqiu is barren, unlike the Ruins of the Fallen, with few Demon Beasts found here; only green ghost fires, eternal and lingering, haunted the surroundings.
The ghostly hands and dark arrows occasionally emerging from the ground had been causing trouble for nearly a month and a half; when the captains of several teams took stock, they found each squad had only enough fresh water left for ten days.
Even if they turned back, waiting for the mist to clear would leave them short on water.
Everyone's expressions were becoming more solemn. They all understood that finding the Heavenly Witch Pill had become secondary; the important thing was to leave Zhuqiu.
