He looked toward the direction of Sichuan, clenched his teeth, a flicker of determination crossed his eyes, and he quickly headed southwest…
At the same time, in the dense forest to the southeast, Guo Xiu's face was full of fear as he fled at breakneck speed, with dark shadows piling up behind him and continuous screams of soldiers resonating in the air.
He had not expected that, after finally gathering the remaining hundred or so people, they would have the misfortune of encountering the Shen Kui Tribe out hunting.
Thus, the last of his family's resources were completely squandered.
Guo Xiu felt a mix of confusion and sorrow in his heart, like a dog that had lost its home, as he ran toward the camp of the Heavenly Saint Sect.
He did not want to see those people, but in this vast world, there was nowhere else to go.
Suddenly, the sound of wind whooshed from behind.
