It was a clear flat land with hundreds of plain rooms, surrounded by luxuriant ancient trees.
Yi Tian Mo, Ka Ba, and many clansmen of the Dark Devil Clan were as pale as wax. Obviously, they had suffered from malnutrition. Their aura were also feeble.
Di Shan and Yu Ruo stayed with the Winged Clan’s members in another side. They had built some small treehouses. All of them looked exhausted.
After Shi Yan arrived, scanning through this area, he couldn’t help but sigh, shaking his head begrudgingly. He knew their lives were filled with struggles.
Alien tribes deemed them as betrayers while the Human Clan considered them as aliens. The Dark Devil Clan and the Winged Clan had fallen into a perilous situation like they had never before. They could see neither hopes nor future as they were counting every day of their survival.
