"Shall we move forward or take a break?"
Everyone looked at Zhou Leng.
"Proceed slowly; staying anywhere isn't safe."
"Alright."
The group packed up the campsite, and Zhou Leng set out with everyone.
Zhou Leng quietly sensed his condition.
The injuries on his body had mostly healed, though the new flesh was somewhat weaker.
His Martial Arts Will had suffered a fierce attack, almost triggering the power of the Black Gold Silkworm Fruit.
It felt like teeth gnawing all day on dried meat, sore and tingling.
In the coming days, the Martial Arts Will would weaken, but in the long run, it would strengthen slightly from this challenge.
After half a day's journey, someone shouted in alarm.
The group followed the sound and saw three pitch-black giant hands appear in the sky, each as large as a house, spanning over ten meters in diameter.
The black hands descended silently and swiftly, capturing three people from the group.
