The intertwined trees were so big that one couldn't even see the sunlight. At this moment, Qing Hun, who was an explorer, was extremely regretful. If he had known that he would not be able to get out of this primeval forest, he would not have come by himself. He used the thick branch in his hand to pull at the dense shrubs and weeds growing on the ground as he walked. He had been lost for five days, his cell phone was dead, the compass had been broken in the fight with the Wolf, and his leg had been bitten by the Wolf.