Su Fan sat cross-legged for a while longer. Once that kid had recovered a little strength, he grabbed him by the back of the collar and plunged headfirst into the vast, primeval forest beside them.
The road ahead was nothing but dense forest that blotted out the sky and sun. Every step was a struggle across ground tangled with vines and heaped with decaying leaves.
At a time like this, he naturally didn't dare fly through the air. Who knew whether that sky-shrouding great demon, "Kun," was still circling nearby?
This was a primeval forest steeped in a savage aura. Ancient trees towered into the heavens, some twisted and coiled like horned dragons, others cleaved in two by heavenly lightning, their charred, broken edges still shimmering with remnants of Lightning Power.
Vines intertwined with exotic flowers and strange herbs. From afar, they looked like spiderwebs covered in scraps. The damp, stifling air was heavy with the rancid tang of rotting leaves and vegetation, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.
With his profound cultivation, Su Fan didn't find it particularly difficult, but that kid was suffering terribly.
Although he was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he also wore a top-grade Daoist robe and had a protective secret treasure hanging from his waist.
Unfortunately, he had exhausted his entire supply of magic power, blood and qi, and Spiritual Sense while using a secret technique to escape alive earlier.
Now, as Su Fan dragged him through the thorns, he felt as though his bones were about to fall apart, and his face was as pale as paper.
No one knew how long they had traveled through the forest. It wasn't until the sun slanted westward and the sky was drenched in sunset clouds that Su Fan finally found a valley.
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