"Them..." Yuwen Xiangyu's expression changed, her face showing a hint of worry as she asked.
Tang Fengxiao glanced at their wounds and said, "These bite marks were left by giant wolves. This means these people were caught by the wolves! Let's keep moving forward!"
They walked for more than ten minutes under the night sky when suddenly the heavens grew darker, and the clouds began rumbling with bursts of thunder.
"Looks like it's going to rain!" Looking at the sky, a trace of concern flashed across Yuwen Xiangyu's face. "How's your injury looking now?"
Tang Fengxiao's injured arm had stopped bleeding. He eyed the dark sky and said, "We should find a place to take shelter. The environment in Death Valley is peculiar; I worry the rainwater might be toxic."
Tang Fengxiao's concern was not unwarranted; the air in Death Valley carried a nauseating scent. If it were to rain, there was a genuine possibility the rainwater might contain toxins.
