Winter is Coming, Regaining "Freedom"!

Amid the vast, rugged mountains.

Terrified that Sun Bahu might go berserk and unleash indiscriminate bombardment on the surroundings.

The moment he took off, Su Mo began squeezing the magic carpet for every last bit of speed, charging straight toward the direction they had come from.

It was already deep into the night, yet the thunderstorms, snow, and gales across the entire New Continent showed no sign of stopping.

The moment the flight began at a speed of roughly twenty meters per second, the howling winds high in the sky, carrying snowflakes, battered constantly against the translucent shield, producing a rustling sound.

Every so often, lightning struck the shield, erupting with a sizzling boom that made their hearts jolt.

Fortunately, although the Epic-grade magic carpet was exorbitantly expensive, requiring a thousand Disaster Points every minute to operate, its safety was reassuring. Even when struck by lightning, it did not budge in the slightest.

After racing through the sky for only about forty seconds, Su Mo successfully crossed the snow mountain they had passed earlier and reached the next mountaintop.

"Should I notify the Sky People?"

He turned to look at the Snow Mountain Main Camp, which had gradually "disappeared," then glanced at the dark, frigid snow mountains below.

After considering that he did not have much time left, Su Mo abandoned the thought and continued driving the magic carpet forward at full speed.

Before the decisive battle began, he had already issued instructions and made every possible preparation.

After leaving through the secret passage dug along the mountain, everyone would split into several teams and head toward the meeting point from different directions.

At their pace, they should be able to gather at the entrance to the Trading Realm they had investigated by around six in the morning.

As for