23:54:36.
With the emergence of a new round of the red sun, a lifeless jungle emerged.
Everywhere the eye could see there were withered branches and rotten leaves, apart from a few scattered animal carcasses and broken trees, there wasn't anything fresh in sight.
In the northern part of the jungle, Zhou Yaxuan kicked the dried-up corpse of a monkey in irritation.
The body hit the fog wall at the edge of the Secret Realm silently and fell to the ground.
Clearly, these monkeys had tried to escape at the end, but they died without understanding what it was that blocked their path.
Zhou Yaxuan looked at the fallen monkey and cursed, "No trace, no scent, no sound, nothing, Li Qingming definitely isn't here..."
"Keep looking carefully, he's very good at hiding," Lin Yuanzhi said earnestly as she searched.
"How many times have you said that now?"
"Don't rush, we will find traces eventually."