The ceaseless roars echoing around him made Fang Chenyi tighten his grip on his gun.
As a precaution, Fang Chenyi also took a handgun from the woven bag, engaged the safety, and tucked it inside his clothes.
Time ticked by. By the time evening arrived, Fang Chenyi still hadn't seen a single wild animal.
He had only managed a quick bite of bread when he first arrived in the morning. At noon, afraid of an attack, he had also just made do with a mouthful.
Now that it was evening, Fang Chenyi felt his energy would fail if he didn't eat something more nutritious.
What's more, as night fell, Fang Chenyi felt it getting colder and colder.
Unlike the scorching sun at noon, he felt the temperature had now dropped to around eleven or twelve degrees Celsius at most.
And that was just now. He had no idea how much colder it would get in the dead of night.
He had a dozen or so articles of clothing in the woven bag, but unfortunately, the thickest among them were just his suits.
