In the early morning, the group finally left Black Cloud Valley and arrived at a flat area on the mountainside.
However, the unsettling feeling in Qi Yun's heart still did not dissipate.
"Let's set up camp here."
Seeing that Yao Yuzhong, with his old bones, could no longer move and was showing slight signs of altitude sickness, the team had to stop.
This flat area was relatively sheltered from the wind, and there was a large rock nearby that could provide some cover. Everyone quickly cleared a space, set up tents, and started boiling water.
No one had much of an appetite, and they only managed to swallow some compressed rations with hot water.
The atmosphere was somewhat dreary, and no one spoke.
The scene from the underground space felt like a huge stone pressing on everyone's hearts. Perhaps they were all still overwhelmed by the intense shock. After a simple meal, they each crawled into their sleeping bags to rest.
