The sky was overcast with thick clouds, and a bitter wind howled through the air.
The Running Horse Plain was a desolate wasteland, devoid of human habitation, filled instead with endless barren landscapes, bloodthirsty demonic beasts, and inexplicable beastly roars echoing from time to time!
In the deathly stillness of the plain, a merchant caravan quietly pressed forward.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a chilling scream pierced through the air.
A Ling Family guard walking at the edge of the caravan was pounced on by a gray shadow, dragged into the waist-high grass, his agonizing cries echoing hauntingly across the desolate plains.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Guo Qing and Ji Rou, stationed at the front of the caravan, reacted instantly. Both leapt off their horses and hurtled toward the sea of grass!
Boom!
In mid-air, Guo Qing's eyes gleamed sharply as he threw a powerful punch toward the ground below.
The air trembled, and the force of the punch flattened a large swath of grass in front of them.
