The silent night slowly faded as the first rays of morning sunlight spilled from the horizon, illuminating the boundless prairie.
An ancient path, now visible, now hidden amidst the lush grass, stretched forward until it vanished from sight.
Three men and two women with tattered clothes and haggard faces stood back-to-back, gasping for breath as they held their swords and sabers, huddled within a small barrier of light.
These were the same people Shen Lang had met at the entrance to the prairie. Only, of the original eight, just five remained, and their situation appeared dire.
The woman in Silver Armor held a Glazed Lamp that radiated a seven-colored Divine Radiance. The barrier of light was being released from this very lamp.
Around them, dozens of Netherworld Wolf carcasses lay scattered about, many of them decapitated.
But to their despair, they were surrounded by dozens, even hundreds, of massive Netherworld Wolves, cutting off any hope of escape!
