Wind vent.
What a fierce wind.
The key was that the wind carried waves of heat.
This was no ordinary heat wave—it was searingly hot.
It was deeply uncomfortable. I tried moving forward twice, but the heat wave forced me back both times.
It wasn't just me who felt uncomfortable. Even Roland and the others didn't dare proceed recklessly.
The so-called wind vent was actually like an intersection. We had to pass through it to reach our destination.
"This won't work. If we force our way through, I feel like we'll melt in this wind vent," Haman said.
"The temperature has to be at least seventy or eighty degrees!" A Tai said.
Roland coughed softly. "That's because we haven't entered the center of the wind vent yet. The temperature there may exceed one hundred degrees, perhaps even two or three hundred."
The temperature truly was enough to melt people, just as Haman had said.
But strangely, the mountains on either side of the wind vent were completely unaffected. They looked perfectly normal.
Perhaps they had adapted to this temperature.
Roland added, "It's blowing hot wind now, but it'll turn into cold wind later. That cold wind could reach seventy or eighty degrees below zero. When that happens, you'll feel as if you're in a freezer."
It was as though I had caught onto something. "There should be a Buffer Zone during the transition between the cold and hot winds, right?"
That was indeed what I thought. The wind couldn't possibly be cold one moment and suddenly turn hot the next.
I truly admired the mountains on both sides of the wind vent. They neither froze because of the cold wind nor melted because of the heat waves. How did they manage that?
Roland said, "I don't know either. I only