C864 Swallow It

"Huhu."

In the quiet forest, Wei Weih covered his shoulders with his hands. His forehead was covered in a layer of fine cold sweat. He kept his head down silently as he rushed forward.

However, he was injured. Coupled with the fact that he was not a Ancient Martial Warrior, his speed could not be considered fast.

"This way!"

The movements of those people came from behind