January has passed, and he has not died of thirst or starvation. Chu Yang is still walking forward swayingly, like an old man who is about to die, falling down at any time.

"When will this be?"

"Thirsty to the extreme!"

"I'm extremely hungry!"

"It's extremely tired!"

"It's extremely sleepy!"

"The most terrifying thing is that loneliness is to the extreme!"

"Only basic physical functions are retained!"

Chu Yang lamented.

Now he is just relying on his will to support him.

The light in his eyes did not decrease. He moved his steps and moved slowly according to a frequency.

The black fog on both sides was still rolling silently, like a awakened demon, who would pounce on him at any time and swallow him.

It's dark behind, and no light ahead.

Only the circle below the feet is the illumination of vitality.

"Ah...I can't stand it!"

On one of the paths, a young man in the state of concentration roared silently, plunged into the black fog on the left, and disappeared silently.

"I want to stop and take a break, even if it's just a little while!"

This is a young woman who has reached the realm of True God. She stopped for only three breaths and disappeared from her feet little by little.

"Wuwuwu, I don't want treasures, I don't want opportunities, I don't want anything. I just want to go back, drink a sip of water, eat a bite of food, and have a nap..."

This is a middle-aged man, murmured, staggered, and fell down. The fatigue in the next moment drowned his reason and didn't want to get up.

"Just take a moment, just a moment!"

The middle-aged man murmured and fell asleep.

His body began to collapse and eventually disappeared.

In the first month, a total of 180 powerful men above the concentration of their minds died.

The second month...

The third month...
Chapter completed!