Chapter819There was no time for further conversation.More wolves were coming.Far more.The forest seemed endless.For every wolf they killed…Two more appeared."Vuga!"A warrior screamed."There are too many!"Vuga stabbed another wolf through the skull."I can see that!"The ground was already covered with corpses.Wolf bodies.Blood.Broken weapons.And…Human bodies.One warrior screamed as three wolves dragged him away."HELP!"His companions rushed toward him.Too late.His screams suddenly stopped.Another warrior fell after acidic saliva struck his face.He rolled across the ground screaming in agony."MY FACE!""IT BURNS!"A nearby warrior tried helping him.A wolf immediately jumped upon his back.Chaos intensified."Hold the line!"Vuga shouted.But the line was collapsing.Forty wolves became sixty.Sixty became more than a hundred.Purple eyes continued appearing between the trees.Yakin stared around in horror."They're…""They're still coming."Carl released another

Chapter 821 The River of Peril stretched endlessly before them.Dark, filthy water rushed past the muddy banks while countless crocodiles moved beneath its surface.Some were visible.Others were nothing more than enormous shadows gliding through the murky depths.Yakin stood beside his brothers, staring at the terrifying sight.He couldn't imagine anyone swimming across this place and surviving.Even if the current didn't kill them…The crocodiles certainly would.One of the warriors finally broke the silence."Vuga…""How are we supposed to cross?"Several others looked toward their leader."There isn't a bridge.""We don't have boats.""And those things…"The man pointed toward the water.Several crocodiles immediately opened their jaws as though responding to him."…will tear us apart the moment we enter."Vuga didn't answer.Instead…He reached inside the leather pouch tied firmly around his waist.Yakin immediately remembered something.Before they left Permita Village, the Vi

Chapter 823The survivors stood silently at the entrance of the Mystic Canyon.After everything they had endured...The wolves.The poisonous vipers.The River of Peril.None of them felt relieved.If anything...The silence inside the canyon was even more unsettling.There were no birds singing.No insects buzzing.Not even the sound of the wind.The entire canyon seemed frozen in time.Vuga slowly raised his spear."We move."The expedition resumed.The narrow trail wound upward between towering cliffs that stretched high into the heavens.Loose rocks shifted beneath their feet.Several sections were so steep that the warriors had to climb using both hands.At other places, they squeezed through narrow passages where only one person could pass at a time.Hours slowly passed.The journey became increasingly exhausting.Yakin's breathing grew heavier with every step.His clothes were soaked with sweat.Several times he nearly slipped on the uneven rocks, only managing to regain his

Chapter 825The survivors did not stop beside the River of Peril.No one wanted to remain anywhere near those filthy waters.Not after witnessing so many companions disappear beneath the snapping jaws of the crocodiles.Vuga led the remaining warriors farther inland until the river could no longer be seen.Only then did he finally raise his hand."Stop."The exhausted expedition immediately collapsed onto the ground.Nobody spoke.The silence was heavy.Only ragged breathing could be heard.Yakin finally had a chance to examine everyone properly.His heart sank.Not a single person had escaped unscathed.Some warriors had deep claw marks from the wolves.Others still bore the swollen bite wounds left by the poisonous vipers.Many carried fresh injuries from the crocodile attack.One man had lost an entire hand.Another's shoulder had been ripped open, exposing bone beneath the blood-soaked flesh.Several could barely remain standing.Mulo himself had fresh bite marks on one leg where

Chapter 827 An eerie silence blanketed the Evil Forest.It was a silence unlike any the survivors had experienced before.There were no birds.No insects.No rustling leaves.Even the sound of their own footsteps seemed to vanish moments after they were made, as though the forest itself devoured every trace of noise.The eight remaining survivors stood motionless.Each man's breathing was heavy after the desperate battle against the living trees, yet none dared relax.The horrifying landscape before them was enough to erase every thought of rest.Vuga slowly reached into the leather pouch hanging from his waist.The pouch that had once contained numerous ancient relics given to him by the Village Priest now felt almost empty.One by one, those relics had been used.One had become the enchanted ship.Another had sealed away the Water Spirit.The remaining objects were few.His expression became increasingly solemn.From another compartment, he carefully withdrew several broad blue g