The group moved forward with difficulty toward the faint glimmer of light, every step feeling as heavy as a thousand mountains. The thick, substantive mist blurred their vision, leaving them to grope their way forward guided only by a shred of hope in their hearts. The uneven ground beneath their feet occasionally yielded sharp stones that pierced their soles, bringing waves of searing pain, but by now they had long since ceased to care about such injuries.
While remaining vigilant against any potential dangers lurking around, Zhang Zhi shouted Lin Wan'er's name at the top of his lungs: "Wan'er, where are you?" His voice echoed in the mist, sounding so lonely and helpless without receiving any reply, which made his anxiety grow heavier, as if an invisible giant hand were tightly squeezing his heart.
Panting heavily with staggering steps, the young man was already in rags, his body covered in various wounds. "This damn place, why is it so hard to walk!" His voice was filled with exhaustion and anger, and the long saber in his hand had grown much duller from prolonged combat.
Chapter 58