Standing at the edge of a large crater, Lu Jiuyuan analyzed, "They fled immediately after succeeding. With such heavy snow, in seven to eight hours, it's enough for them to retreat dozens of kilometers and lie low again. It's almost impossible to wait here for them to come back or to track the tiny traces they've left."
Chu Kuanglan spat out a mouthful of spit mixed with ice, grumbling in a low voice, "Damn, these beasts are really slippery! Qingzi, what should we do next? Should we expand the search range around here, or..."
Everyone's eyes turned to Fang Qingyu, who stood in the center of the chaotic battlefield.
Fang Qingyu didn't respond immediately.
He slightly closed his eyes, as if he were sensing something.
The perception of the Eternal Night Territory was like invisible tentacles, silently merging into the wild snowy environment, filtering through the chaotic information.
A few seconds later, Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.
