Wu Xiaoyu, wielding a machete, rushed into the depths of the mountain alone, leaving behind a determined figure reminiscent of the bleak winds and chilling waters!
Wu Dushan's several cousins, though extremely anxious, lacked the courage to enter the mountain, and had to run back home to seek help from their uncle, Wu Youliang.
At this time, the sun had already set, and the western sky still held a few streaks of twilight. Wu Xiaoyu, wielding the machete, trudged through the deep forest with difficulty.
The depths of the mountain forest were inherently dark and dreary; now without the sun, it was even harder to see clearly.
Although Wu Xiaoyu was brave and had been training in the Yin Yang Longevity Technique, he couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive as he ventured into such a dense forest alone at dusk.
