Little Fellow carried the beast-hide bag on his back and walked inward.
Sure enough, after seeing Little Fellow's actions, these creatures stopped speaking. As long as he did not truly threaten them, they would naturally remain indifferent.
Little Fellow joined them. His eyes swept around, keeping a certain distance from every creature to avoid sparking conflict at the very start, and then he advanced step by step.
The field here really was powerful. No wonder those creatures walked so slowly, only moving a short distance inward after half a day. It was as if several mountains were pressing down on their bodies.
Of course, for Little Fellow's current fleshly body, the pressure was basically nothing. However, at this moment, Little Fellow faintly acted as if he were bearing tremendous pressure, his hands unconsciously clenched tight, his teeth gritted.
The ground was sticky. Little Fellow lowered his head and found quite a few shattered bones and chunks of blood beneath the golden light, which made him alert. Some powerful creatures had actually already burst apart here. But his steps were steady, and he kept moving forward. Along the way, he had already discovered eight sets of remains, all of them burst apart in recent days.
At last, he stepped into an even more terrifying region. His body swayed, and he no longer walked so quickly. He could only slowly push onward.
As expected, seeing Little Fellow's performance at this moment, the other creatures were somewhat surprised by the strength of this human cub's fleshly body, but that was all. As for that purple-haired creature, she glanced at Little Fellow, ground her silver teeth, then gave a cold snort, turned her head, and continued slowly forward.
The farther inward they went, the more intense the golden light became. It was as if