Tang Monk gently patted White Dragon Horse's neck. White Dragon Horse let out a soft neigh, slowly rose to his feet, and began walking toward Lion Camel Ridge. Sun Wukong stayed beside White Dragon Horse, his gaze vigilantly sweeping the surroundings, his Golden Eyes Fiery Eyes fixed tightly on the road ahead. The moment he spotted any imp, he would immediately warn the others to stop and hide. Chu Yang walked at the front, his body light and his footsteps soft as he tried not to make a sound. His eyes constantly swept the area as he carefully checked the road and searched for the best route to avoid the imps' watchful eyes. Zhu Bajie brought up the rear with the luggage on his back. As he walked, he warily watched his surroundings, his face full of tension and fear. From time to time, he looked ahead, afraid of encountering an imp.
The group cautiously made their way toward Lion Camel Ridge. By then, the sky was gradually darkening. The setting sun hid behind the distant mountain range, leaving only a faint glow to light the path ahead. The Demon Qi in the air grew thicker and thicker, and the cold, terrifying atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, making them shudder. Lion Camel Ridge in the distance looked especially sinister beneath the setting sun. The outlines of its peaks were faintly visible, carrying a chilling aura that made one's heart pound.
"Brother Chu Yang, South Road Entrance is ahead. Be careful and take a close look. See whether any imps are guarding it. If there are, we'll hide first and wait for them to leave before sneaking in," Sun Wukong reminded Chu Yang softly, his tone grave as his vigilant gaze swept the road ahead.
"Alright, Brother Monkey, I understand!" Chu Yang