During their journey to the Eastern Stronghold, they encountered many magical beasts in their path. However, since many people were traveling together, it made things somewhat manageable. With that being said, there were still many casualties.
The journey from the Southern Stronghold to the Eastern Stronghold took a little over a month with barely any time to rest.
"We should be safe for a while now." Tian Yang sighed after setting up their tent again.
Hearing no response, he looked at Huang Xiao Li, who was silently gazing at the barrier in the sky.
"How much longer do we have to keep running? This isn't that much different from our encounter with the Flying Leviathan…" she mumbled in a dazed voice.
"Are we caught in some kind of loop where we are constantly running away from entities that we cannot even imagine fighting?"
"Unfortunately, this is simply how life for weaklings like us works."
