Return to the Guanda Plane (6)

"I really hadn't paid much attention to that, but... you're right. There were obviously far more Magical Beasts here than on the outskirts."

Riding on the Nightmare King's back, Dana narrowed his eyes as he scanned below, his brow gradually furrowing. "Far too many."

Ang nodded without a word. The two continued advancing deeper into the wasteland in tacit understanding.

The wasteland's vastness surpassed all imagination.

Their flight distance soon exceeded four thousand kilometers, yet the horizon still showed no end.

The terrain below constantly changed, from cracked mud flats to swamp-covered wetlands, then to silent deserts strewn with rubble and strange vegetation.

Yet no matter where they went, Magical Beasts densely filled the land, as though there was no end to them.

"Ang, could this wasteland... really be endless?" Dana finally could not help asking, a trace of unease in his voice.

Ang's fingers tightened slightly around the broom. He shook his head. "I don't know. At least, I don't."

"Then do you think... does this Guanda Plane have a boundary?" Dana asked, blinking his bronze-colored eyes with both curiosity and seriousness.

Ang pondered for a moment before replying slowly, "As long as it is a planar world, it must have boundaries. No plane is infinite... but for people like us, we will most likely never reach that boundary in our entire lives."

"Not even you?" Dana raised a brow.

"Right now, I'm only a Level 2 Great Warrior," Ang said calmly, his gaze still fixed ahead.

"I'm not powerful enough to comprehend the essence of the world. Only legendary beings, or perhaps those even greater, might be qualified to touch the end of a plane."

Dana fell silent.

For a time, neither of them spoke. Only the wind and the shrill whistle of the Magic Broom cutting through