The night fell earlier than expected.
By just past seven twenty, the last trace of light on the horizon was completely swallowed, and thick darkness instantly enveloped everything.
Everything around fell silent, except for the wind whimpering through broken walls, like an invisible monster lying in the Wilderness, quietly staring at the direction of the camp.
Though Flame did not warn of any eyes watching, Cheng Ye clearly felt cold malice constantly falling upon him.
And the last time he ventured out to investigate Dapo Town, he had never felt this kind of eerie intuition.
"Is this what the threat in the Wilderness feels like?"
As Cheng Ye walked, he constantly shrugged his shoulders and swung his arms, mobilizing his upper body muscles to maintain a slight warm-up state.
A wise man does not stand under a wall that might collapse. After practicing martial arts, a warrior's Perception of danger improves.
