For the first time, Kyrian was in a forest that was not so silent. The momentary silence was constantly broken by beasts fighting for territory and hunting each other.
Two weeks had passed, during that time, he only walked in a straight line, hunting beasts to eat when necessary and learning about his strength with all the beasts of similar power he encountered along the way.
His body had already fully adapted to the new environment.
Even so, Kyrian did not relax. What he knew from Wei Feng about the northern region was only a spark. It was simply far too vast. The forces of the region where the old man had always lived before fleeing to the End Mountains were, at most, median forces compared to the northern region as a whole.
But even that little was enough for Kyrian to understand that he was in completely unknown territory.
