Dou Qi Continent, Northwest.
Amid the layers of mountains, countless figures surged past in a panicked flight.
Every face was filled with alarm, and they kept glancing back from time to time, as if afraid a demon would come chasing after them.
These people were naturally the survivors whom Mo Yu had rescued from that city.
After leaving the city, the group of survivors had hurried onward frantically, afraid of being captured by the Blood Evil Tribe again.
For this reason, they did not stop at all. Even when some people fell behind along the way, the main group still did not slow down.
Above this refugee-like stream of people, Mo Yu stood in the air. He restrained his spiritual energy and concealed himself within the void. Looking down at the direction in which the survivors were fleeing, a contemplative look surfaced in his eyes.
After following them for this period of time, he had already realized that these people clearly had a specific destination.
They seemed to know where they could find safety.
"Is the destination the Northwest Continent? If so, it seems that the Northwest Continent is the only place on the Dou Qi Continent that hasn't fallen to the Blood Evil Tribe. The other regions, including even the Central Plains, have all fallen into their hands.
"I wonder how those Ancient Imperial Clans are doing. And Fei'er, Xiao Yi Xian, and the others... Besides them, is that Mo Alliance truly a self-preservation force formed by Fei'er and the others?"
Mo Yu muttered to himself. He had a vague suspicion that the Mo Alliance might contain the wives, relatives, and friends he had been longing for.
Aside from that, Mo Yu could not think of anyone else on the Dou Qi Continent capable of forming a self-preservation force