Han Li took a step forward, his movements seemingly slow, but with a flick of his body, he was already seven or eight zhang away.
Before long, he had traveled dozens of li.
This was because he remained cautious, not daring to run recklessly. Otherwise, at full strength, he could have covered several hundred li by now.
Initially, he had circled most of the sea of black mist on the outskirts. Even at full speed, it took him one or two months to travel from one side to the other.
Although he didn't know where he was in the sea of fog now, it was unlikely that he could walk out of this region on foot in just a few days.
Therefore, Han Li was not too anxious. He walked forward calmly while pondering over the gains and losses from the Abyssal Chasm and the Nether River Realm.
This adventure had put him in peril several times, almost turning him into a puppet for the Demon Kings, but he also gained significantly.
