On this land, the only sounds were his heavy footsteps and the howling of the cold wind.

On this land, the wind never ceases.

Now, Lin Mo often falls asleep on dreamless nights. His dreams no longer contain his mother's love, Sun Ruoxi's charming laughter, or Su Qing'er's beautiful figure. His dreams, like this land, are empty and desolate, filled only with endless darkness and nothingness.

Lin Mo gave a bitter smile, cursing inwardly, "This so-called holy land of the gods is simply a cursed place. It didn't even leave me the space to create dreams, how ridiculous."

Looking at the flames before him, Lin Mo subconsciously drew out the Dragon Slayer sword and examined it closely.

“The servants of the gods will catch up soon,” he thought. “Will Tomon and Zhao Yue’er be in the group?”

After the last great battle with the Faceless God, Lin Mo left them some things before departing.

With their strength, they could probably tough it out and make it back to the Holy City with those injuries.

Ling Luoxue's healing ability is like a cheat code; as long as someone has a breath left, she can bring them back to life...

If they were in the group, should I draw my sword against them?

This is also why Lin Mo chose to avoid battle.

He didn't want to face Tomon, or Zhao Yue'er...

With a deep sigh, Lin Mo's heart seemed to be stirred by the evening breeze, rippling with waves. He stood quietly in the night, the only sounds in his ears being the crackling of the flames and the gentle sigh of the evening breeze.

The campfire was gradually dying down, its warmth and light fading away as if mercilessly swallowed by the night. Lin Mo didn't want this warmth to disappear, so he quickly got up, ran to cut more branches, split each one in half, and threw them into the fire.

The withered trees, licked by the flames, seemed to come back to life, as if they had been reborn. They spun and leaped in the fire, releasing yellow, red, and orange light, like a magnificent and colorful dance of fire.

The flames leaped and crackled incessantly.

"Since there's no way to escape it, why not face it sooner?" Lin Mo thought to himself.

With that thought, Lin Mo put his gloves back on, pulled up his hood, then carried Zhao Zhilan on his back and headed back the way they came.

The sun had long since sunk behind the mountains, leaving only a waning moon in the sky, casting a cold and lonely silver glow that covered the unknown and perilous road ahead with a thin layer of frost.

He proceeded cautiously, each step as if walking on thin ice, striving to remain silent for fear of shattering the stillness of the night. He followed closely the footprints he had come by, his only guide leading him through the dark and unfamiliar forest.

Finally, he arrived at the narrow pass between the two mountains, where a stream flowed quietly from the mountain ravine, like a silver ribbon, shimmering with a cool light under the moonlight.

Lin Mo remembered this place. He had stopped here to fetch water before sunset. Back then, the stream was flowing merrily, but now it had begun to freeze.

"What a pity," Lin Mo sighed inwardly. "I could have followed the stream, but I would have left traces on the ice, which would have exposed my whereabouts."

He looked around and saw that the cliffs were steep and the trees were sparse, making it difficult to hide.

"It seems that the plan to launch a surprise attack is unlikely to be carried out."

We can only take it one step at a time now.

So he went into the pass.

As you walk deeper into the path, the cliffs on both sides feel like giant hands that are gradually tightening, and the sense of oppression becomes stronger and stronger.

Bathed in moonlight, the stream resembled a silver ribbon, shimmering in the darkness and guiding him toward its unknown source.

A massive boulder, like a guardian beast, blocked the middle of the road, almost completely blocking any possibility of moving forward.

"Damn it, this is a dead end!" Lin Mo thought to himself.

Just then, a hunting horn echoed through the mountains.

At the same time, Lin Mo also heard the barking of hunting dogs.

"In that case, let's go!"

After walking for a long time, when they saw the light of day again, the eagle was waiting for them.

It perched on a dead tree at the top of the slope, a hundred feet taller than them.

The giant wolf could no longer contain its impulse. It leaped up, bounding over rock after rock, and swooped down towards the eagle high above. However, the eagle merely glanced sideways, flapped its wings a few times, and gracefully ascended into the air.

"Zhilan, come here," Lin Mo called out.

The giant wolf barely managed to run back to his side, its tail held high behind it.

"They're here!" Lin Mo announced.