Beasts and Ghosts

More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, where the hell am I?" A ragged, scar-covered youth hid beneath a huge boulder, his face full of sorrow.

He was Xiao Meng.

These past ten-odd days had been utterly miserable for him. He had been hunted relentlessly, battered and wretched. He had just been fleeing for his life as well, but fortunately, he had made it here without disaster and escaped a deadly ordeal.

At this moment.

His clothes were torn and stained with a horrifying layer of blood, most of it his own.

His hair was a mess, as if it had been smeared with a thick layer of cow dung. It was indescribably filthy and disgusting.

His body was split with wounds like molten cracks in rock, hot blood still flowing from them.

Even his face was blackened, as though he had just crawled out of a coal mine.

When hunted by Level Three magical beasts, he could still manage. But when facing Level Four magical beasts, all he could do was run for his life, let alone against Level Five magical beasts.

"This place really isn't fit for humans. It's too terrifying. I nearly got killed several times." Xiao Meng still felt lingering fear as he quickly swallowed several spirit herbs he had picked along the way, circulating his cultivation technique to refine their medicinal power and heal his injuries.

"Where exactly am I now? Which direction do I need to go to get out?"

After recovering from his injuries, Xiao Meng cautiously crept through the forest. There were too many magical beasts here, nearly all Level Three or above, and they were terrifyingly strong. He guessed that after fleeing for more than ten days, he might still be in the inner region