Wenlong wandered aimlessly through the Forbidden Grounds. With the Fire Spirit lighting his way, he simply chose one direction and kept walking.
Only heaven knew what lay ahead. Unknown creatures frequently ambushed him in the darkness, and only the protection of his magical formation kept him from dying.
Whenever he was ambushed, his attacker had already fled far away before he could even make out what it was.
He dared not give chase either. If he provoked them into attacking en masse, things would be disastrous.
There were so many restrictions here that even his powerful abilities could not be brought to bear.
He had better make haste and put some distance between himself and this place, continuing toward the unknown ahead.
Wenlong dared not linger any longer. He himself had no idea how long he had walked or how far he had traveled.
Am I really going to die in here this time? I was far too careless. For all my countless calculations, I never imagined I would end up like this.
No matter what, he could not resign himself to it. In a moment of carelessness, he had never imagined the Forbidden Grounds would be like this.
After so much time in here, even staying alive was difficult, let alone searching for treasures.
Just as Wenlong began to despair, a faint light appeared ahead, bringing a little joy to his heart, though he was already mentally drained and physically exhausted.
He still struggled onward, afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to stand again.
That glimmer ahead was hope itself. He rallied his spirits and slowly walked toward the light.
Even now that he had found somewhere bright, he dared not grow careless. He became even more vigilant, guarding against sudden ambushes.
After a difficult