Feng Long left with his men.
It was just past seven-fifteen. After breakfast, he couldn't wait to pack his gear and take the lead, bringing Guan Yuan, Hou Tielong, and a squad of soldiers down the mountain toward the west.
Compared to the tasks of others, their team wouldn't encounter major dangers or difficulties, but they had to pay close attention to the most crucial factor: time.
It was a full sixty kilometers from here to the ruins. Given the freezing weather and slippery snowy roads, it wouldn't be surprising if the journey took an entire day. Considering there were only forty hours left until the disaster struck, they had to move fast enough to return to base camp before the natural disaster descended.
Standing before the camp gates, Su Mo watched the warriors in their black and purple winter coats walk away. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to another side where Feng Tianmin's squad was also organizing their discipline.
