"Someone?!" Hearing Hua Bao's words, Jiang Yan instantly snapped out of her drowsiness.
She grabbed a pair of night vision goggles and donned a protective mask before leaving the space with her backpack on.
The surroundings were dark, the piercing cold wind howled, and tiny black snowflakes danced in the air.
Looking into the distance, the air seemed to be filled with a thin layer of black fog.
"Here, Mom, look over there." Hua Bao lifted a vine, and a small leaf pointed like a finger toward the northeast side of Yunding Tower.
Jiang Yan took out her night vision telescope and looked in the direction it pointed, instantly inhaling a breath of cold air:
Not far away in the snowy field, there were seventeen or eighteen tall figures lined up in a squad, marching toward Yunding Tower in an orderly fashion.
