The size of a nightwolf was similar to an ordinary wolf. Its entire body was covered with grayish-black fur that faintly emitted a trace of death energy.

Shen Yanxiao wrapped the dagger in her hand with a cloth strap. She had learned this from the mercenaries of the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group. In intense battles, weapons would often be lost due to external forces. Shen Yanxiao’s current physical strength was insufficient, so it was hard to guarantee that such a situation would not happen.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Yanxiao brought out her thieving skills and carefully approached the nightwolf that was looking for prey.

The hungry nightwolf did not realize that it had become someone else’s prey. It opened its hungry eyes and looked around for a target.

All of a sudden, a ghost shadow pounced on the nightwolf.

With her agility, Shen Yanxiao gripped the dagger and stabbed the nightwolf.

Although the nightwolf was a low-level undead creature, its movements were extremely agile. It immediately noticed the abnormality and opened its bloody mouth at Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao stabbed the back of the nightwolf. And just before it was about to bite her, she immediately jumped back and dodged the attack.

“I’m really not used to it.” Shen Yanxiao did not feel any sense of accomplishment. She frowned and looked at the nightwolf she had injured.

Her knife was originally aimed at the neck of the nightwolf, but because of her lack of speed, the nightwolf dodged it, causing her to only stab it in its back. Moreover, because the dagger had pierced its ribs, it could not go deep.

The original fatal blow missed, which made Shen Yanxiao more aware of how insignificant her current strength was.

If it were the previous her, she could toy a small nightwolf like the one in front of her to death with just one hand. How could it be like now, giving the other party a chance to fight back?

Recognizing her current strength again, Shen Yanxiao did not give up. Instead, she became more determined to work hard and become stronger.

In the Forest of Death, where there were no undeads, Shen Yanxiao and the nightwolf fought fiercely.

Time flew by and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the depths of the Forest of Death, there was an inconspicuous tree house on a huge tree. The tree house was very simple, only enough to shelter them from the wind and rain.

An agile figure dashed up from under the tree and stood steadily on the branch.

In the small tree house, an adorable little guy was looking at a certain someone covered in blood with his legs crossed.

“Why bother?” Taotie blinked his eyes and looked at Shen Yanxiao, who had returned dirty again.

At this moment, Shen Yanxiao was dressed in simple black clothing with an undead creature on her shoulder. Seeing Taotie’s speechless expression, Shen Yanxiao smiled and threw the undead creature to him.

In the past half month, other than eating and sleeping, Shen Yanxiao spent the rest of her time searching for undead creatures everywhere in the Forest of Death.

During this process, Shen Yanxiao encountered danger several times. Taotie had wanted to take action several times, but he was always stopped by Shen Yanxiao. She would rather fight to the death than let Taotie help.

However, during this period of time, Shen Yanxiao’s growth was also extremely fast.

At first, she could only fight against low-level undead creatures carefully. Now, she could use her skills to kill intermediate-level undead creatures alone. Her current strength had been accumulated bit by bit by herself without any help.