The group’s cooperation was slowly honed, so their journey was fraught with danger but ultimately safe. "It’s so itchy!" someone suddenly said. Several people chimed in, showing their wounds, wishing they could scratch them with their hands. The wounds were caused by being bitten or scratched by the Werewolves during the battle. No one paid much mind before, but now this strange itchiness made them feel uneasy. "Quick, take the medicine!" Everyone took out various medicines and swallowed them, some for healing, some for detoxifying. After a series of operations, the itchiness of several people was stopped. They observed which medicines were effective and then applied the same treatment to the remaining people. Shortly afterward, no one felt itchy anymore. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, not expecting the Werewolves’ teeth and claws to contain poison. Fortunately, they found out in time, otherwise, who knows what trouble might have arisen. They continued forward and hadn’t gone far when they saw several people rushing over in disarray from a distance. "It’s people from the Black Bone Sect." Someone recognized their identities. "They’re being chased by Ferocious Wolves." The group quickly reached a consensus. Here, although each sect was in competition, in critical moments, they still had to cooperate. Helps one another, or they might all die here. The elders sent them here and truly let go, so everything depended on themselves. This was also a test, and in future adventures in other places, this experience and judgment would be of great use. The group rushed forward, launching an attack on the Werewolves. "Friends from the Nine Clouds Sect, you came just in time." The people from the Black Bone Sect were overjoyed and quickly stopped, teaming up with the Nine Clouds Sect to fight the enemy. There were seven Werewolves, while on the side of the Nine Clouds Sect and the Black Bone Sect, there were as many as twenty-one people, so they naturally did not lose. However, the Werewolves were too fierce, completely unafraid of death, with every move aiming for mutual destruction. Moreover, defeating the enemy was one thing, killing them was another. If one was strong, they could win in a one-on-one situation, but to kill the opponent, one needed a significantly greater strength, and even then, it was possible to get injured. So numbers needed to make up for it. The more people, the smaller the chance of injury. Even if someone got hurt, the injuries would be much lighter. In the fight of twenty-one against seven, although they killed all seven Werewolves, five people were left injured. "Quick, take the medicine." The injured quickly took out detoxifying medicines and swallowed them, unwilling to be driven mad by the itch later. "Friends from the Nine Clouds Sect, thank you!" said one disciple from the Black Bone Sect. "Thank you." Other disciples clasped their fists respectfully. "Hey, isn’t this old man from your sect?" someone pointed at an elder. The elder said, "This old man is surnamed Zuo, named Huanheng, and is a disciple of the Xuan Bing Sect. Previously, I came in here with several fellow disciples, hoping to achieve a breakthrough before my life force ran out, but encountered several Werewolves, resulting in everyone being wiped out, except I escaped alone." Several disciples of the Black Bone Sect nodded. When they encountered Zuo Huanheng, he was being chased by two Werewolves, and it was they who saved Zuo Huanheng. "Everyone, are you planning to return, or continue forward with us?" asked a disciple from the Nine Clouds Sect, named Zhong Zecheng, the lead among the Nine Clouds Sect disciples on this expedition. The disciples of the Black Bone Sect and Zuo Huanheng looked at each other and decided to continue the adventure. They hadn’t gained anything yet; how could they quietly leave just like that? Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 They moved forward and soon encountered a new wave of Werewolves. After a tough battle, they finally repelled the enemy but were exhausted, sitting down to rest to quickly restore their combat power. After half a day, they recovered and prepared to set out again. "Hey, where’s Tang Ning?" someone suddenly said. Tang Ning, a disciple of the Black Bone Sect. Everyone searched everywhere, and shortly after, there was a sudden cry of alarm. They all hurried over to investigate, but each person’s limbs turned cold, gripped with an indescribable chill. Shi Hao arrived as well, seeing a person hanging upside down from a tree. Yet, to call it a person was more like a heap of rotten flesh. — His stomach was slashed open, his internal organs had tumbled out, with some even fallen to the ground. His body was naked, covered in wounds, blood all over, utterly incredulous what he had endured before his death. Additionally, half of his face had been bitten off, resulting in his ultimate death. But before that, his body was lacerated, and even his internal organs fell out. What kind of torment and agony was that? This death was too miserable. "It’s Tang Ning. I recognize the birthmark on his buttock," confirmed a disciple of the Black Bone Sect. Under different circumstances, everyone would be curious, how do you know the birthmark on someone else’s buttock, is there some unspeakable relationship? But at this moment, no one had that kind of mindset. This really was Tang Ning. However, the area where he was murdered was just a few hundred yards from where everyone was resting. To say that Tang Ning was taken down and tortured to death at such a close distance, without anyone hearing anything? "Although Tang Ning was a five-star Copper Armored Immortal, to subdue him without making any noise would require someone far stronger than him, or... someone he knew who suddenly attacked, catching him off guard." someone said. In this murder case, how Tang Ning was subdued was the key. As for the torture, using a domain to seal it would make not a single sound emerge. Thinking of this, everyone’s sense of chill intensified, giving rise to strong fear. If the murderer’s strength far surpassed Tang Ning, any of them would be equally defenseless, left with no choice but death. And if it was a familiar face who made the move... that would be even more terrifying, indicating the killer must be among them! Thinking there might be a ruthless demon among them, could they not feel chills down their spines, shaking in fear? "Should we go back?" Zuo Huanheng said in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with fear. Others were naturally afraid too, but having fought hard to gain the qualification to enter the secret realm, with no gains yet, they were reluctant to leave. They were unwilling to resign. "Better than losing our lives." Zuo Huanheng added. After some thought, many people nodded in agreement. The treasures are good, but if there’s no life to enjoy them, what’s the point?