Wraith Hide in hand, Chen Fan rose and looked back at the Camp, which was all but ruined.
Last night's fighting had been far too brutal.
The Funeral Wraith had posed an even greater threat than the meatworm wraith tide.
Much of the City Wall had been destroyed, and the Wooden Hut was beyond repair. Even structures like the Watchtower and Breeding Farm had collapsed. The only buildings in the Camp that remained intact were two Arrow Forts, a few Arrow Towers, and an Eerie Fire.
Almost overnight, he had been knocked back to square one.
The Rainy Season would last another twenty-odd days.
Thousand Throats was only one of the Wraith King's four commanders. Three remained. From the look of things, all three would come to the Wasteland during the rest of the Rainy Season to pave the way for the Wraith King's arrival, and he would most likely be their first target.
Staying here made him a little too fucking conspicuous.
The Wraith King would come near the end of the Rainy Season, too.
The name alone sounded like trouble.
It was practically a death sentence.
But—
As someone who had transmigrated here with the "eternal night lord" panel, running away at the first sign of danger would be rather beneath him. He had to stand his ground, stand...
"Stand my fucking ass!"
Chen Fan muttered the curse under his breath. When the sky fell, the tall ones could hold it up. He was still short, so he needed to get the hell out first.
The Wraith King intended to sacrifice every living soul in Northbank City and Flat City to advance his cultivation. How could Chen Fan's tiny Camp possibly stop him?
"..."
He looked at Crippled Monkey and the others, who were busy digging up eerie