After dealing with the sudden swarm of blood demons, the group made some brief adjustments before setting out once more.
The Blood Demon Race was vast in number, but it was not without patterns.
To obtain resources from the blood food they raised, they had to seize the moment when the demon packs were at their most lax and weary.
Thanks to the records her father had left behind, Sikong Xue knew when these demonic beasts would relax their vigilance.
Therefore, even though everyone had yet to fully recover, she still insisted on leading them onward.
After all, in an undertaking fraught with such immense danger, deviating from the original plan was practically the same as gambling with their lives.
Within the scheduled time, the worst outcome for them would be encountering a blood demon pack while gathering resources and suffering losses. Perhaps they would fail to gather enough spirit meat and spirit stones to sustain everyone, but at the very least, they could still find ways to make up any shortfall.
But if they exceeded the allotted time and ran into the Blood Demon Race itself, then, faced with such a powerful enemy, they would likely have no choice but to leave all their lives here.
No one present objected to Sikong Xue's judgment.
Although Xie Qiming had been constantly grumbling that his strength was more than enough to protect everyone, when he saw the group setting off, he did not speak up to stop them.
Traveling day and night, the group soon crossed the flat wasteland and arrived before an enormous canyon.
"We've reached our destination."
At the sight of the thriving signs of life, Sikong Xue let out a long breath.
This was a region the Blood Demon Race had left behind to cultivate its own blood