During these four months, Henry Clark once encountered such a situation: at that time, several packs of giant man-faced wolves were running in the same direction. He had never seen anything like this before, because the man-faced wolves communicated in ways unknown to him, and usually, when a soul was transmitted through a spatial passage, at most only one pack of man-faced wolves would appear—otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough for them to devour. But that time, several packs of man-faced wolves rushed toward the same direction at once. Out of curiosity, Henry Clark followed the packs from a great distance, and then he discovered those several packs—altogether forty or fifty giant man-faced wolves—were quietly gathered on a patch of open ground. There were no human souls appearing on that ground, nor any spatial passage. At the time, Henry Clark thought he might have stumbled upon some kind of ritual among the man-faced wolves, and he almost believed these packs had some sort of social structure. But who could have guessed that, in just a moment, an enormous spatial passage would appear on that open ground? Through this passage, Henry Clark could vaguely see the world of the living on the other side—a brilliantly lit human city...

Then, tens of thousands of human souls began to emerge from that spatial passage one after another. Clearly, something major had happened in that city—some accident or natural disaster—otherwise, it would be impossible for so many people to die in a single day. Afterward, the man-faced wolves feasted as if at a banquet, devouring every last one of those tens of thousands of human souls. Only then did Henry Clark become certain that these man-faced wolves possessed the ability to sense the opening of spatial passages. The gathering of so many wolf packs could only mean a massive influx of human souls at once... Likewise, the duration of such a huge passage would be greatly extended.

In fact, Henry Clark had long considered following the man-faced wolves to search for spatial passages, because these passages appeared and disappeared completely at random. If he searched blindly, he might not find one even in a hundred or two hundred years. Even if he followed the wolves, getting too close was out of the question, but if he stayed too far, by the time Henry Clark reached the passage, it would already have closed, and he would end up as food for the wolves instead of making it through. How could he possibly rush into the passage in time?

Therefore, the only real chance was in situations where a massive number of souls entered at once—the spatial passage would be enormous, and its duration about ten times longer than usual. If Henry Clark ran toward the passage the moment it appeared, especially using his energy to accelerate, he could cover up to ten kilometers before the passage vanished. For an ordinary passage, there would never be so much time—at most, it would disappear in twenty seconds or so. But with this enlarged passage, a minute or two would be enough.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Henry Clark immediately and without hesitation followed closely in the direction the giant wolves were running. After all, his existence in this underworld was truly worse than death—each day, he could only struggle to survive in the dark cracks beneath the earth. Rather than living like this, it was better to risk everything for a chance. If he was lucky, he might return to the world of the living and at least see his parents and sister again. Even if he was unlucky, he would simply dissipate completely, which was still better than hiding in a doghole, barely clinging to life!

And so, Henry Clark trailed the man-faced wolves all the way. In fact, after four months of training, he was no longer an ordinary person newly arrived in the underworld. He had learned how to hide, how to follow, how to track the wolves—skills honed in the struggle between life and death, making him no less skilled than the best trackers in the real world. As he carefully followed, the man-faced wolves did not notice him. He didn’t know how long he had been tracking them, but at last, he reached their destination: a vast plain with no giant boulders nearby. Dozens of man-faced wolves sat half-crouched on the ground, clearly waiting for the spatial passage to open.

Henry Clark looked at the environment around the man-faced wolves and felt bitter inside. The surroundings were extremely unfavorable for him. Within ten kilometers of the wolves’ gathering place, there wasn’t a single giant boulder—this was practically a death sentence. Without a giant boulder, how could he get close to the spot where the passage would open? He had calculated that ten kilometers was almost his limit for running. If he went beyond that, first, his lightning power might not be enough; second, the passage might close. Either of these would be fatal...

“Whatever, if it comes to it, I’ll burn myself with lightning—even if I dissipate into nothing, I have to give it a try! I’ve had enough of this underworld hell—even one more second is too much!”

The reason Henry Clark was so determined to return to the world of the living at this moment, aside from the rare opportunity of this enlarged spatial passage, was that his spirit had nearly reached its limit.