Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

At this moment, a fork in the road appeared ahead.

One path on the left winds into the depths of the forest, while the other on the right is relatively open, leading to the foot of the distant mountain.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, their eyes all falling on Balo.

Barlow patted his round belly, looked around, and quickly made a decision.

"Take the left." He pointed to the path in the woods. "I've taken the left path the last few times. I know it well, I can't go wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, the night elf suddenly frowned.

"etc."

He listened intently, then looked towards the road on the left, a hint of doubt on his face.

"Did you hear anything?"

Everyone pricked up their ears.

No.

There was no sound at all.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional call of an unknown bird.

"No," the orc warrior shook his head, saying gruffly, "Did you hear me wrong?"

The dwarf with the big hammer also listened intently for a while, then scratched his head and said, "I didn't hear anything either."

The night elf's gaze remained fixed on the left, his tone confident: "There's movement over there, like a battle."

Barlow paused in his steps.

He followed the night elf's gaze to the road on the left, his expression clearly saying, "I want to go see what's going on."

But he stood quietly for a while, as if sensing something, and then shook his head in disappointment.

"It's better to avoid trouble. Let's go to the right! Actually, the distance is about the same on both sides!" He coughed and waved his hand. "Probably someone's farming monsters there, who knows!"

Having said that, he turned and stepped onto the path to the right, his robes billowing behind him as he walked away decisively. He seemed to mutter, "I don't feel that way..."

The others followed.

Liu Nian walked at the back, glancing suspiciously at the road to his left. How come he hadn't heard anything?

It seems this dark elf is no ordinary being either; his perception range is actually much greater than his.

After walking for another hour, the group encountered trouble again.

The road ahead was completely blocked by a dense swarm of undead creatures.

Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, ghouls—all sorts of undead huddled together, almost filling the entire road. A quick glance revealed at least several hundred, densely packed like a gray-white tide.

The orc warrior's expression changed, and he instinctively gripped his weapon tighter.

"So many?!"

"We can fight our way through!" The dwarf with the giant hammer gripped his great axe, his eyes gleaming. "I can take on ten of these things by myself! No, twenty!"

"Don't be impulsive." The human mage stopped him, his expression grave. "It's not a matter of numbers. Look—"

He pointed behind the horde of undead, where the shadows were even darker, and an eerie green light flickered faintly.

"To summon such a large horde of undead in a place like this, there must be a necromancer behind them. And their level can't be low. If we charge in head-on, we might suffer casualties!"

The group exchanged glances, all seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.

If anyone dies, then that person's mission will have failed.

The night elf suddenly spoke:

"I know a side road nearby that can take me around that."

Everyone looked at him.

"Is it reliable?" the orc warrior asked.

"I've been there before," the night elf said calmly. "Follow me."

He turned and walked into the woods by the roadside, his figure quickly disappearing behind the bushes.

The group exchanged glances and followed.

This path is indeed very hidden.

Hidden behind a dense thicket of thorns, they would be impossible to spot without someone leading the way. The path was extremely narrow, and in many places, one had to wade through the thorns. The dwarf was the shortest, and while others only occasionally had their clothes snagged, he would get his hair caught, forcing him to constantly shield himself with his arm while cursing under his breath.

"This is the place. I saw a treasure chest when I passed by last time."

As they walked, the dark elf suddenly pointed to a huge rock covered in moss by the roadside.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the giant rock.

There was nothing there.

Only moss and vines covered the surface of the stone.

"Really? You're really lucky!" Ballow said enviously, then his small eyes lit up as he began to scan his surroundings, no longer bothered by the thorns scratching him.

The night elves led them through a maze of twists and turns in the forest, deeper and deeper into the woods.

The surrounding trees grew denser, the light grew dimmer, and a damp mist began to fill the air. Occasionally, the cries of unknown, strange birds would drift from afar, sharp and piercing, causing a strange sense of unease.

Suddenly, the night elf stopped again.

He listened intently, then looked at the crowd.

"Did you hear that?"

Everyone was taken aback and pricked up their ears.

This time, everyone heard it—

Deep in the woods, the sounds of fighting could be faintly heard.

The clanging of weapons, the roar of exploding spells, and the howls of wild beasts.

The sound grew closer and more intense.

The orc warrior's expression changed: "That sound... is it monster hunting? Doesn't seem like it! It sounds like a PvP battle. Let's take a detour."

"It's too late," the human mage said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping around. "The sound is getting closer; they're coming this way."

The group exchanged glances and quickly sought cover.

"This way!" The human mage pointed to a dense thicket by the roadside and quickly recited a spell.

A faint light enveloped everyone.

[Group invisibility].

Everyone held their breath, huddled in the bushes, and peered out through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

A moment later, two groups of figures rushed out from the depths of the woods.

Two ogres were running ahead—massive creatures, over three meters tall, level 170, with grayish-green skin and bulging muscles. They wielded enormous spiked clubs, throwing spells back as they ran, sending their pursuers sprawling and crashing down.

Five barbarians were chasing after it—mostly level 160 or higher, shirtless, with strange red totems painted on their muscles. They wielded various melee weapons, roaring madly, and relentlessly pursued the ogre, throwing axes as they went.

Two groups of people whizzed past the bushes and started fighting fiercely.

An ogre was struck in the back by a flying axe, screamed in pain, and staggered a few steps. The barbarians immediately surrounded it, raining down swords, axes, and hammers. The ogre's health bar plummeted, and blood splattered everywhere.

Another ogre roared and swung his spiked club, sending two barbarians flying. They crashed into a tree, and with a crack, the trunk snapped in two.

Then he pulled his companion up, cast a healing spell, and the two started running again.

The barbarians naturally gave chase, and the two sides clashed again...

Soon, the group disappeared into the depths of the woods, leaving only the fading sounds of battle shouts.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." The orc warrior stood up, brushed the leaves off his clothes, and said, "Luckily we weren't discovered. Let's continue."

The night elf stood still, gazing in the direction where the group had disappeared, looking thoughtful.

"Why are they fighting?" he muttered to himself, his voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Is there anything good out there?"