The sandstorm raged in the wind, faintly revealing the sharp edges of desolate mountains, resembling the horns of demons.
Fleeting and indistinct.
Two heavy transport trucks drove side by side, piercing through the sandstorm.
"According to the original plan, we're supposed to head east to rendezvous with the other teams, then proceed another five kilometers to cross a canyon and reach an ancient ruin of the Ancient God Clan covered in ice and snow. The entire journey will take seven hours."
Chen Qing, perfectly playing the role of a seasoned driver, said, "Now it'll take us about twelve hours."
The longer you stayed in unexplored territory within the Ancient God Realm, the more dangerous it would become.
"Is it really dangerous?"
Lu Zijin turned her head, looking at the young man behind her.
Gu Jianlin simply responded with a hum.
To be cautious, he meditated in his mind for a moment before opening his eyes again.
