The Never-Ending Lesser Creatures

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

A strong wind kept sweeping along the pitch-black ridge. The group was moving as fast as they could along a rapid stream. The wind had changed significantly not long ago. Not only was it slowing them down, but their skin was also cracking from the strong corrosion. 

Everyone was forced to set up magic barriers to defend themselves, or the wind would eventually turn them into a pile of bones!

"It's so dark, how are we going to find a Curtain Tree?" the advising officer said worriedly.

They were already struggling to identify the plants during the day, let alone in the dark. If they kept rushing amid the Wind of Sorrow, they were more likely to walk into trouble. They would be in great danger if they were ambushed by a pack of demon creatures under the current circumstances.

"What is a Curtain Tree?" Mo Fan also asked.