Swish, swish, swish
The group stepped on the fallen leaves, creating a rustling noise.
Ah!
A refugee, weakened by prolonged hunger, stumbled and fell.
The road to Lion Valley was difficult to travel. Besides being wary of poisonous miasma, venomous insects, and wild beasts, even the journey itself was not easy.
The path was rugged and narrow, and some parts were muddy. A slight misstep could lead to a hard fall.
This area was unsuitable for large-scale military battles, serving as a natural protective barrier for the bandits.
"Lend a hand, everyone will be part of the Nine Nether Sect from now on. We must help each other!" the leading man said.
"Yes!"
A burly man walked over and effortlessly picked up the frail man who had fallen, like lifting a chick.
The journey was quite long. The bandits could have made it in about half an hour on their own, but the refugees were slowing them down.
