From June to December.
Without realizing it, the foggy weather had persisted for over five full months, covering every corner of the New Continent.
Under the extreme humidity, the wasteland's weather changed at the drop of a hat.
The sky had still been faintly bright at dawn, but as it neared eleven, it suddenly darkened and grew heavy.
Boom! In an instant, it was as if a floodgate had opened.
Rain began falling from the cloud-covered sky in drops as large as beans, pounding viciously against the ground.
The thick fog began to thin, dispersing strand by strand and dissolving into the air.
Northeast of the Tian Yuan Territory, in a valley among dense woods, the rain tarp covering it was opened slightly.
From the gap, an exhausted face poked out and gazed helplessly into the distance.
"Hey, Da Dong, you let all the rain in!"
"Oh, sorry."
Tian Da Dong pulled the rain tarp forward and apologized repeatedly, but his gaze remained fixed on the few footprints left on the ground.
They led in the direction the migration party had taken.
Before leaving, Qi Jie had promised that he would return for them as soon as he found a suitable Gathering Place.
Yet less than forty-eight hours had passed, and the rain had nearly washed away every trace of their footprints.
Would they still be able to find their way back? "Stop looking. They definitely aren't coming back."
Another face poked out from the cave entrance.
Twisted, rotten sores spread from his neck all the way to his chin, and they had not stopped there.
Knotted patterns formed terrifying flowers that bloomed one after another across the surface of his skin.
"But Brother Wei, didn't Leader Qi promise us—"
"Don't be naïve, Da Dong." Wei Xian Chao shook his