Secret Realm

Going out to search for supplies came with enormous risks. Once they encountered the Corpse Race, conflict was inevitable. Take this time, for example: six people had left the stronghold as a team, and in the end, only Yuan Xiang had survived.

After listening to her account, Lu Ye barely managed to understand the current situation on the Peerless Continent.

The Human Race was on the brink of extinction, struggling to survive, while the Corpse Race was powerful and impossible to provoke.

"Tell me about your stronghold," Lu Ye said.

"The stronghold..." Yuan Xiang sank into her memories. "Our stronghold isn't large, and there aren't many people—just over two hundred. The strongest among us is Senior Drunken Mountain, and he controls the stronghold as well..."

As Yuan Xiang spoke at length, Lu Ye and Ying Wuji gradually learned about the stronghold's circumstances.

In these apocalyptic times, many people huddled together for warmth, and thus strongholds of every size had sprung up. Some might have only a few or a dozen people, while others had several hundred, but none exceeded a thousand.

That was why Yuan Xiang had said that the place Lu Ye and the others had previously stayed was also a stronghold—provided Lu Ye had been telling the truth.

Moreover, with all manner of sudden dangers arising, a stronghold's location was never fixed. If its location was exposed and discovered by the Corpse Race, they had to relocate as quickly as possible. Otherwise, disaster would surely befall them.

Ying Wuji did not understand. "Survival is already so difficult. Why don't the people in your strongholds join forces in one place? Why scatter yourselves everywhere instead?"

Lu Ye looked at him as though he were an idiot.

Ying Wuji bristled. "What? Was I wrong?"

Yuan Xiang gave a bitter smile.