Although he was curious to see it but Dudian didn’t plan to follow in the footsteps of the Blood Thorn Army. His original plan was still the same but the southern border was included in his future itinerary.
That night Dudian left the giant wall of Berga.
The full moon was in the sky. The sound of frogs and strange hissing became the eternal music of the world outside the giant wall.
Dudian carried his luggage and headed east.
By the second half of the night, Dudian had completely left the area of the giant wall of Berga. He didn’t stop as he continued to fly at a low altitude.
Occasionally he would leap out of the ground to bite him but he easily dodged. His body would shoot out sharp blades and cut them off. His body didn’t stop as he flew away like a puff of smoke.