November fifth dawned clear and bright.
Little White was as lithe and powerful as a dragon. Taking the form of a massive white wolf a hundred feet long, she raced above the Forest Sea's green waves, her paws occasionally touching the towering treetops. Like a howling gale, she covered several miles in moments.
Fang Qianyuan stood atop her head, watching the scenery stream backward on either side. Before he knew it, several hours had passed.
At last, a somewhat desolate stretch of stony desert appeared before them.
They had reached the end of the northern foothills of the Pinyi Mountains. Beyond this nameless desert, another ten thousand miles or so north would bring them to the cities of Central Province.
Although Fang Qianyuan was not particularly familiar with the local geography, he had gathered some basic information before setting out. His earlier raid on the camp had also yielded relevant maps from Yin Ziyang and the others, giving him some understanding of the area.
He intended to enter it and conduct his own investigations.
"Hmm? They've caught up again already?"
Suddenly, Fang Qianyuan withdrew his gaze from the distant mountains and turned toward a ridge several miles away.
There, the faintly visible figure of an enormous beast climbed onto a hill, crouching low as it watched from afar.
It was an Earth Rank spirit creature resembling a lizard, but with an exceptionally burly body and grayish-white bone spurs like sharp fangs covering its back.
Fang Qianyuan did not know what it was, but he could tell it was probably some unusual scaled species, a descendant possessing a trace of desolate beast blood.
There were simply too many demon beasts and spirit monsters in this world, and they mutated almost constantly. Thus, they were still distinguished by their original forms and