As they spoke, the view before them suddenly darkened, and the sky and its two crescent moons vanished at once.
The already dim sky was completely blocked by the towering cliff walls on both sides of the canyon, making it no different from the dead of night.
The blade-like leaves jutting out around them had also become broad and thick.
"Keep quiet."
At once, the entire team fell silent.
Only the rustling of footsteps remained amid the tangled, dense grass.
Afraid that Mu Fan would not adapt to the sudden darkness, Alva deliberately slowed down and said in a low voice, "There are many venomous insects and fierce beasts here. Lighting torches could easily cause unnecessary trouble. We're taking safe routes, so stay close and don't fall behind."
Mu Fan gave a quiet hum. "I can see clearly."
Alva chuckled. This person whom he regarded as an opponent was becoming more and more interesting.
As Mu Fan ran alongside them, something like settled blood shimmered deep within his pupils, his gaze piercing through the darkness.
He could clearly see vast swathes of flattened ground within the canyon.
Especially in the center, Mu Fan unexpectedly spotted a straight, level path leading directly ahead.
Enormous footprints covered the ground, as though a herd of beasts had stampeded through, trampling every obstacle flat.
As they ran, the entire team maintained a stifling silence.
Bu Luoer never stopped moving, but he noticeably detoured around certain places and lowered his body whenever they passed through them.
Mu Fan could not help but feel admiration once again for the slight Wind Tribe man, Bu Luoer. He was practically a born nocturnal traveler.
The areas they had just avoided were either sudden fissures or places where... some kind of cold-blooded creature lurked.
Mu Fan had even seen