Ghost Ridge Palace!
In the dark forest under the night sky, everything was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight piercing through dense leaves to illuminate some areas.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the leaves to rustle loudly, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
A demon cultivator, his chest soaked in blood and already severely injured, was staggering as he fled.
"No, I don't want to die here."
Yin Wenwen clutched her chest, where a through-and-through bullet wound was visible, faintly revealing the beating heart inside.
If it weren't for her having seventh-level cultivation in the Yunling Realm and having swallowed a mid-grade elixir to hang onto a breath of life, she wouldn't have possibly made it here with such injuries.
Suddenly, Yin Wenwen saw a faint flicker of firelight ahead, as if there was a bonfire burning.
"Someone's there, friend or foe..."
Yin Wenwen was still hesitating when she suddenly heard noise from behind her.