Wet Bone Forest was an expansive and dense woodland. Initially, Jiang Liu and his companions had planned to stay in a small village, so by the time they reached Wet Bone Forest, it was already midnight.
The winter night was chilly with gusts of wind, and without the moon, the forest with its dense trees was pitch dark, making it sinister and frightening.
The White Dragon Horse quietly trod through the Wet Bone Forest while Sun Wukong and the three disciples guarded it.
As they entered the gloomy atmosphere of the Wet Bone Forest, it felt eerily spine-chilling.
After a short while, Jiang Liu could see a shadowy figure, vague and indistinct, suddenly appear and dart towards them.
"Swift Fire Bead!"
Fortunately, in Jiang Liu's eyes, though the shadow was hard to discern in the darkness, the health bar above its head was very clear. Reflexively raising his hand, a ball of flame hurled directly toward the shadow.