It didn't take him long to find the first medium camp that he needed to find, as he was now standing motionless not far away from there.
At the moment he was just looking at the structure of the camp, even though he was planning on crashing on right from the front, he didn't have any dying wish.
He was doing that just so that he had better fight experience and learned his new strength through his experience.
The increase in levels wasn't small, as he had leveled up ten times almost instantly, he could have gone higher, but the problem was that his body wasn't ready.
It felt a bit weird that he needed to increase his physical capacity to level up for every cap of ten levels, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He could only accept this and do whatever was necessary to grow stronger. Each passing day was a lost day, and when those guys finally decided to show up it would mean that the true battle would start.
