The flying speed of the Death Soul Worm wasn't fast, but ultimately it traveled in a straight line without needing to consider terrain factors, and Maple Village wasn't particularly far away.
The two set off at dusk, racing in one direction without stopping for even a quarter of an hour... The Death Soul Worm did the same. Despite being extremely frail, it was still a demon with extraordinary physical strength, needing little rest for such a distance.
Naturally, after traveling day and night, around eleven or twelve at night, they finally reached a village nestled at the foot of a mountain, surrounded by dense forests and a serene river, appearing under the moonlight like an earthly paradise.
At that moment, the night was deep, and all was silent.
