The humid, heavy air of the Southern Region's deep forests felt like a thick blanket, pressing down on the three exhausted travelers.
High above, the canopy of the giant tree they rested under was so dense that only jagged needles of sunlight managed to pierce through, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air.
Huo Yue, Medusa, and Zhu Ziyan were a sight that would have shocked any observer.
These were women who usually radiated power and ethereal grace, yet now they looked thoroughly "beat up."
Their robes were torn in places, stained with the purple ichor of the demon that had hunted them, and their hair, once pristine, was now a chaotic mess of tangles and leaves.
