In contrast, Xu Lianyou was much calmer. "This is too strange. A Beast Tide on the Tala Prairie usually only happens around April. It's only December now, so how could this be…?"
Uncle Zhong said, panting heavily, "Judging from the gale, the Beast Tide is probably only about fifty *li* away from us. It's sweeping across the entire prairie, and it's far too close. At this distance, there's no way we can escape the Tala Prairie in time. The Fiery Demon Wolves aren't fast enough to outrun the higher-level Demon Beasts! Young man, what should we do?"
Shen Lang slowly turned and pointed to the towering, cloud-piercing peak to the northwest. "To Qixia Mountain!"
"This…" Uncle Zhong and the others hesitated.
"Are you kidding me?! You think hiding on Qixia Mountain will solve anything?" Xia Yu roared hysterically.
