Yanran Mountain Range.
Outside a certain stream valley.
Two disheveled figures stumbled through a patch of jungle, leaving a trail of blood.
These two, one male and one female, wore Daoist robes that, though tattered, were still recognizable as the garments of Cave Abyss Sect Inner Sect Disciples.
"Sister, I… I can't run anymore."
The male Disciple's face was pale, with a deep gash on his left shoulder, exposing bone.
Now, every few steps he took left dark red muddy footprints on the ground.
"Zilin, don't stop."
Wu Shuangzhi grabbed his arm, her voice a little hoarse: "If we get into the stream valley ahead, we might be able to use the terrain to our advantage!"
Wu Zilin gritted his teeth, frantically squeezing every last bit of Spiritual Qi from his body, and followed his sister, fleeing towards the stream valley.
A dozen yards away, five Cultivators in green robes flew over.
The leader was a young man, with two bronze maces suspended on either side of his body.
