The night was gradually falling, dark clouds overhead. The forest turned dim, visibility decreasing, the wind shrieked sharply, wrestling with the large trees, causing the branches to sway wildly. Some leaves were whipped into the air, spiraling away, while a few night birds cawed loudly, struggling to fly through the wind and disappearing into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.
On a hillside, Luo Zheng signaled Ghost Hand and Madela to stop. The three breathed heavily, glancing back. The enemy was not in sight for now. They didn't know how far they'd run, nor how many enemies were pursuing. They only felt the forest behind was everywhere, forcing them to speed up. By the time they reached the slope, the enemy was some distance behind.
