In the Vast Mountains, fearing that Sun Bahu would go mad and launch an indiscriminate bombardment on the surroundings, Su Mo pushed the Magic Carpet to its absolute limit the moment he lifted off, rushing straight back in the direction he had come from.
It was already past midnight. The thunderstorms, ice and snow, and Gales across all of The New World showed no sign of stopping. As soon as the flight launched at a Gundam speed of around twenty meters per second, the howling wind carrying snowflakes high in the sky continuously battered the translucent protective shield, making a RUSTLE. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning would suddenly strike the shield, erupting with a SIZZLE and a CRACK that made one's heart tremble.
