The Situation Worsens

Under the pitch-black night sky, the migration convoy moved forward in silence. Everyone felt an indescribable sense of confusion and helplessness. Even the Lan Family felt as though its soul had been ripped away.

Decades of foundations, abandoned overnight. Half the family's combat strength had died. The consequences were unimaginable.

Chu Fei looked at the Lan Family and the vast number of migrants and could only sigh.

Many had only just moved to Black Mountain City and negotiated with the Lan Family to buy a few special privileges there, only to have to migrate again.

Little Black Mountain City's devastating defeat, along with the arrival of large numbers of Eerie Spirits, had turned Black Mountain City, previously a High Wall deep in the rear, into an isolated island.

Among the several High Walls currently controlled by the Justice Faction, the approximate locations of the three southern High Walls were:

Green Stone City*******

**95 kilometers

*****Little Black Mountain City

******140 kilometers

********Black Mountain City

Now, the battlefield was at Little Black Mountain City, and Little Black Mountain City was about to fall.

The direction everyone wanted to retreat toward was Green Stone City, but they had to pass through Little Black Mountain City first!

Of course, experts could take a detour through the wilderness. But what about the vast number of ordinary people? What about all the transport vehicles?

The reason everyone had set out overnight was to buy time—to cross Little Black Mountain City before its walls were breached.

That was why everyone was in such a hurry along the way.

The 140-kilometer route was almost entirely straight, and the road conditions were decent. The convoy's overall speed could reach seventy kilometers per hour.

In theory, the vanguard could reach Little Black Mountain City in two hours.

But the problem