If I fell on these sharp stone projections, I'd probably be dead by now.
"Damn, where the hell is this place, anyway?"
Lynn racked his brains but couldn't relate any place from the original novel to this place here.
This also meant that his identity as a transmigrator wouldn't be of any use at this moment.
What was even more alarming was that as Lynn gazed into the distance, he noticed a mass of shadows on the horizon, moving towards him, raising dust clouds that blotted out the sky.
This was definitely not a place to linger, but what concerned Lynn more was the orderly marching of those shadows, which looked nothing like wild beasts of the wilderness.
"Could they be the natives of this world?"
The speed at which those shadows advanced was incredibly fast, and Lynn quickly realized that the group of shadows had green faces and tusks, towering like iron pillars, exuding a suffocating aura of menace.
They wielded bone weapons, leaving neat tremors in the sand.
