"Sikong Ting, what should we do?" In a certain part of the Demon Forest, Murphy, the Young Clan Leader from a Magic Family of the Purple Moon Empire, looked as terrified as a stray dog as he spoke to Sikong Tingzhi beside him.
Around him, there was a similarly disheveled group of men and women whose faces bore insurmountable exhaustion and were drenched in blood.
If they showed up in front of people as they were, no one would imagine them as those highly esteemed prodigies.
Originally clad in luxurious clothing.
Their garments and robes were now tattered, having been destroyed in who knows which battle.
And they were covered in bloodstains and filth.
As for their faces...
Those clean, fair faces had long vanished without a trace.
Now their faces smeared with grime only bore the remaining fear of the unknown and despair.
Along with deep exhaustion.
Looking at the corpse of the demon lying lifeless at their side, every person was gasping for breath.
