But here, there's no high-speed rail, no airplanes, and possibly all sorts of wild monsters in between. Wen Yan estimated that it would take him at least over three months of walking and stopping to get back.
He didn't think the creator was deliberately stalling for time because dragging on for so long would be meaningless.
He estimated the creator truly thought that by sending him to the midst of the warring Sea of the Undead, he could be buried there by the endless undead.
Of course, if he couldn't find a direction, he could indeed be dragged to death by the Sea of the Undead's tactics here.
As long as he found a direction, breaking out wouldn't be too hard, especially for him now.
Wen Yan took several strides, the Gray Cloth flew out, wrapped around the protrusion on the Skeleton Dog's back, and pulled Wen Yan up.
