1712 Is...Is It Out?

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Wind of Sorrow kept blowing. The deeper they went into the Qinling Mountains, the stronger the wind became.

Not long afterwards, the three defensive Mages of the Violet Imperial Battalion had expended all their energy. The group was now struggling to advance.

Piercing cries constantly sounded from the sky, either from the top of the cliffs or behind the trees. Eyes were watching the group from a safe distance, like the scouts of a hostile army.

The cries grew once again, giving everyone in the group a headache.

Li Dexin looked up and scanned his surroundings. He was on the verge of losing his temper again.

Were these creatures not afraid of dying? He had slaughtered a whole bunch of them not long ago, yet they still dared to follow them!

"I'll handle them!" Ling Fei said.

Li Dexin nodded.