The dense forest overhead blocked out the sunlight, leaving the road ahead dim and dark.
Lu Gui raised his head and looked at the back of the male demon beast ahead. Only after the crisis had passed and he had calmed down did he notice the burning pain across his back. He took out Blood-Stopping Powder and sprinkled it over his wound, then sprinkled some onto his badly injured companion's chest as well.
The young male cultivator whose back had been clawed open was named Lu Gui, a Rogue Cultivator lingering at the very bottom. For the sake of his future, he had no choice but to venture into the Hundred Thousand Mountains with his friends. Who could have expected them to run into the Black Tribe's poison corpses going out of control—the city gate catching fire and the fish in the moat suffering along with it?
They walked through the dense mountain forest without knowing where they were headed. Whether fate awaited them in the form of being eaten by demon beasts or something else, they had no way of knowing. Rumor had it that many demon kings often used humans for their banquets. Looking at things now, it no longer mattered. They could not escape, especially not from these two strange demon beasts, who were definitely more terrifying than the black panther.
The other uninjured companion glanced at the weapon in the male demon beast's hand ahead and shook his head at Lu Gui.
Lu Gui had seen it too. The treasured swords carried by these two demon beasts could be called exquisite, even better than the weapons carried by the three humans. Judging by the way they held their swords, they at least knew how to use them.
They traveled on in silence, with only the occasional