At the edge of the Barbaric Continent, Lin Zhen wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned towards a new rising sun.
He had lost count of how many suns he had passed by, running at the speed of light with the Thundercloud. Each time he traveled a certain distance, he would see a new sun, leaving the previous one far behind.
Driving the Thundercloud at such a speed was exhausting, with the possibility of experiencing the alternation of day and night in an instant. Most people would find it hard to adapt.
Descending from the sky, Lin Zhen decided to take a break.
He was now twenty years old and had been away from the Human Clan for ten years.
After ten years of relentless running, he was finally approaching the Barbaric Continent.
Based on Lin Zhen's previous experience, there should be no humans here in the Barbaric Continent; only some monsters that had not evolved intelligence. He should be safe for now.
