The fierce wind swept over from above, causing the leaves to rustle. Beneath the third street lamp, the man's body was gradually enveloped by darkness, as if countless invisible hands were extending from the darkness to grasp his clothes, pulling him into endless darkness.
Qian Jiangyue gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and stretched out his right hand. When his hand reached the border between light and dark, he felt an invisible force stopping him. The "air wall" he mentioned earlier was precisely this invisible wall. After realizing this, he walked around to determine the exact shape of the wall. The wall was curved, coinciding perfectly with the street lamp's light range. Rather than calling it an air wall, it's better described as a light wall. The light wall merged with the forest, completely blocking the path forward.
Finally, Qian Jiangyue grabbed the street lamp pole with his right hand, his deep gaze fixed ahead, already contemplating a solution.
