137 Dawn

The debris from the volcano eruption poured continuously down on the area.

By evening, the accumulated water in the forest had flooded the cave, so Luo Yuan and the gang had to move once again.

The forest was a flat plane. At such short notice, all Luo Yuan could do was pick a large tree and carve a hole with his sword big enough enough for them to fit in.

Everyone was drenched and freezing. Wang Xiaguang who was already weak because of her injuries, had spiked a high fever by nightfall. Not even dark blue level blood could bring it down.

Luo Yuan was beyond worried, but there was nothing else he could do. He could only leave things to God and Wang Xiaguang herself.

The irritating pitter-patter of the raindrops seemed to never end. Everyone had curled up in the innermost corner of the damp, dark tree trunk, and were watching the neverending darkness outside with blank expressions.