"Run faster, don't waste time, anyone who doesn't want to die better start running now."
In the pitch-black wilderness, noisy voices were rising and falling, and at this moment, everyone was hurrying along. Although there were no enemies, they still accelerated as if fire was chasing them.
Even those leading seemed as if they were being driven by a whip from behind.
Anyone who knew them would be utterly surprised if they saw this.
Ordinarily, these individuals were always calm and collected, each looking polished and elegant; how could they be so desperate and disheveled today?
At the same time, Fang Jie received messages from the front. "Again? How come so soon? Are they increasing the frequency? It was only every six months, or was last time not the norm?"
Reports from the front indicated that a large number of demons were amassing and moving southward.
