Chapter 831

The cultivators who had been so determined to track Andrew down now had only one goal—to escape this nightmare. Beast Mountain Range had become a deathtrap, a hell where savage creatures roamed freely. But as panic set in and they tried to retrace their steps and flee, they realized something horrifying—the path behind them was blocked. A pack of beasts with glowing eyes and blood-streaked jaws stood in their way, their savage stares sending chills down their spines. Among the cultivators, Alistair counted himself lucky. He had barely survived an earlier ambush by slipping away in the chaos. His instincts and quick thinking had saved him, as he'd managed to notice a pattern in the beast attacks. This realization gave him the edge to avoid further encounters. Deciding to prioritize survival, Alistair abandoned the group and went into hiding. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, leaning against a boulder while tending to a deep gash on his arm. "How the hell did so many beast