South America, rainforest.
Ye Shikai hadn't closed his eyes for a full day and night, keeping his gaze fixed on the map of the rainforest. Right now, everyone's situation was like riding a tiger—hard to dismount from. On the left side of the river, there were the violently sweeping marching ants, and on the right was the territory of giant elephants. Unexpectedly, Ji Qian's words had come true; this rainforest was indeed fraught with dangers, like a ten-sided ambush.
Retreating was even more impossible, at least Ye Shikai would not compromise. Besides that, there was no knowing whether something had happened in Yanjing or whether that nightmare would come true. These unknowns always came to mind from time to time, worrying him greatly.
