822 Lu Xiaoyu with Her Rich Expressions

Lu Shu walked alongside the crowd. Beside him, the secret practitioners did not look as proud as before. Instead, they were miserable and distressed like a dog that just been hit.

There were no tents, and only very few people managed to bring their luggage along. As a rough estimate, there were around 70,000 secret practitioners who had made it out this time, but about 60,000 were not as lucky. Most of them had failed to escape due to the serious stampede earlier.

However, the 70,000 plus survivors had to trek three days and three nights before they could return to Port Artyom. Besides a shortage of food, they were also in constant fear of being caught by the Heavenly Network.

But Lu Shu knew that it was not in the character of the Heavenly Network to do that. Yet, the secret practitioners did not know that. Thus, they lived on the razor's edge, terrified by beasts along the road. At the moment, their dignity as Metahumans was nowhere to be found.