Meanwhile, on the other continents, the situation was also taking a sharp turn.
As the winds in the Northern Continent were sharp and dry. Mountains stretched across the land like deep scars, with steep cliffs, narrow passes, and rocky terrain that made movement slow and dangerous.
It was exactly why the humans here had survived so long.
The beasts had tried. They sent wave after wave into the narrow valley paths, expecting to break through with brute strength like they had done in other regions.
But this wasn't the East or the South.
Here, the terrain itself was a weapon.
And the humans knew how to use it.
On a high cliff above one of the major passes, a line of cultivators stood ready. Their robes were layered with thick spirit cloth. Many of them wore armor reinforced with beast bone plates. Most of them looked calm—even a little bored.
"Another wave coming," someone said, spotting movement below.
