Four days passed in a flash.
Chen Chuan stood alone outside his tent, looking into the distance. Chaoming was circling overhead.
The Insect Flowing Sand showed no sign of stopping. It was still roiling and surging across the land, stretching to the horizon. However, with this large creature underneath them, this place had become an excellent protective barrier, allowing them to rest safely on top of it.
This creature wasn't staying in one place, but was constantly moving. Its movements were rhythmic and coordinated, and when the segments of its underbelly moved together, it created a surprisingly fluid, wave-like motion.
And now, looking at its direction of movement, it was generally heading back toward the path he had come from.
From what he understood, the Insect Flowing Sand would last six or seven days at most. That meant they would be free from this environment in another two or three days.
