During the long charge, time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Many days had passed since they encountered the Frost Wraiths.
Along the rest of the journey.
No more strange tides had blocked their way.
Everything seemed calm.
So calm that everyone knew a storm was brewing. Even the storm itself knew.
"Crippled Monkey."
Standing on the city wall, Chen Fan gazed into the distance and calmly asked, "How long has the human army been advancing?"
"Thirty-three days."
Crippled Monkey quickly gave him an answer.
"We're well past halfway. If the Strange Entity Clan doesn't put any more obstacles in our path, we'll reach the Strange Entity Main Camp in another month."
"It's already been over a month."
Chen Fan murmured, somewhat dazed.
A month.
Every day, they marched and charged, and the war drums still sounded.
But little by little, the sound had grown numbing. It no longer stirred their blood the way it had at first. A charge lasting an entire month had left many in the human army feeling numb.
It might actually have been a good thing if the Strange Entity Clan had sent more forces to stop them.
They could have fought their way through.
Their fighting spirit would have kept rising.
After a while.
He lowered his head to look at the map of the Demon Abyss in his hand.
Should I go?
It lay right along their route.
Perhaps there were opportunities inside that could bolster his reserves before the decisive battle between the Human Race and the Strange Entity Clan. Or perhaps it was fraught with dangers that would trap the Mortal Domain, leaving it unable to escape anytime soon-or even bury them all there.
At present, he was less than half a day's journey from the entrance to the Demon Abyss.