Deep in a lush forest on a mountain range, there were two people flying at high speed under the forest canopy like two huge birds. They looked very anxious, but they were extremely careful in their movements. They were absolutely silent as they advanced.
Wang Erdan carried the unconscious Wan Shenwei on his back while his comrade, Deng Rong, carried Ye Baiyi. Both of their faces and necks were covered with white residue. This white residue was actually layers of salt left behind after their sweat had evaporated. Both of their lips were dry and cracked, while their throats were parched and scorched. They were completely exhausted, but they continued to clench their teeth and advance with all their might.
This was their only thought.
Every minute and every second was utterly precious and drenched in their comrades' blood.