They couldn't possibly not have thought about migrating.
Nor could they possibly have waited motionlessly, as the entire tribe awaited famine to "devour" them, plunging them into the tragedy of "people eating people".
This is simply impossible.
Unless...
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Before the famine descended, the Sibone Tribe had already completely 'fallen' due to other causes..."
So, when the miasma came, they didn't flee.
And from the current situation, this reason is most likely...
The Evil God.
Mo Hua pondered, then focused all attention, ceased thinking too much, and concentrated on using Divine Sense to control ink, constructing the restructured Ultimate Formation from thick soil, paving the path for himself, thus step by step making his way towards the deepest parts of the Sibone Tribe.
The further he went, the more ruinous and bloody the surroundings became.
The flesh was sticky, some had already dried.
Severed limbs filled the ground, gnawed halfway.
