"Hey, Wen Ju, wake up." Ji Chao patted Wen Ju's face, somewhat helplessly.
"Huh? Ah!?" Wen Ju opened his eyes groggily, then suddenly realized something. He bolted upright and looked around in terror.
Then he saw Ji Chao, Type Zero, and Type One, all covered in blood.
"I—" As he spoke, his eyes started rolling back again.
"Don't fall asleep! We need to get out of here." Ji Chao gave Wen Ju a vigorous shake, thoroughly jolting him awake.
"But, my lord, what exactly happened? Me, you, you all..." Wen Ju was on the verge of tears, his words a complete mess.
"I'll explain later. Type Zero and Type One have already cleared out the foreign tribes gathered beyond the great formation. Let's hurry over while we have the chance." Ji Chao had already slung his sleeping mat and other belongings onto his back. He looked toward the boundary. "If we don't cross now, in a few hours, this edge will be swarming with foreign tribes and monsters again. We'll have to clear them out all over again."
"Huh? Again!?" Wen Ju hurriedly scrambled up, gathered his sleeping mat and belongings in a fluster, and followed behind the other three.
Zhujian's enormous corpse still lay sprawled across the foot of the mountain. Wen Ju felt his heart pound with fear as he passed it.
"Lord Xiang, wh-what is that thing?"
"It is called Zhujian. It is one of the many monsters, and among the stronger kinds." Ji Chao had already crossed the boundary and truly arrived outside the great formation. Looking at Wen Ju, who remained within it, he said, "Before the end of the Shang dynasty, when the immortals had not yet withdrawn from the world, these monsters were often active in the Central Plains. But now, they can