The ancient forest, bathed in dim light, was extraordinarily quiet, vast and boundless with not a single beast in sight. It seemed as if it had endured the vicissitudes of eons—a world filled with a sense of ancientness.
Massive trees shot up from the ground, stretching to the clouds, casting shadows that blotted out the sun, dense and towering like mountain peaks, their imposing presence instilling a sense of insignificance in anyone who beheld them.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Suddenly, two young figures, one following the other, ripped through the void, flying swiftly through the ancient forest.
There was no need to mention that these two young men were none other than Xiao Ye and Chen Feng.
Chen Feng had been pursued by eight Heavenly Prides from the West State Dynasty along the way and had fled for several hundred miles. Fortunately, the memory of a Martial Artist from the Void Martial Realm was exceptional. Despite the monotonous scenery, Chen Feng managed to recall and find a path.
