The crowd surged.
Li Yu was focused on the people below from atop the wall, with Second Uncle beside him, watching as people flooded into Weng City from the forest, stretching endlessly as if there was no end.
There were just too many people.
10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds.
Weng City was crammed with countless people, the space of several hundred square meters becoming congested for a moment.
As time passed, the counterflow of the crowd increased, and finally, from the forest side, no more people were seen pouring in.
At this moment, if viewed from the entire perspective, more than half of the people had already flooded into Weng City, with half of them inside Weng City.
Li Yu roughly estimated, both inside and outside Weng City, there were at least 1500 people.
The counterflow increasingly grew, and at the gate, the incoming flow of people also stagnated.
It was clear that the entrance was getting congested by those moving in the opposite direction.
