When they set out, the blazing sun shone beneath a cloudless sky.
Yet less than half an hour later, dark clouds had swallowed the heavens. Then, amid the thick, frigid wind, earth-shattering thunder erupted and echoed through the mountains.
Who knew how many rocks rolled down from the mountainsides, cutting off the way ahead.
But even the roads were merely narrow stretches left behind from the past, or traces formed by nature. On this plateau where mountain ranges intersected like blades, so-called roads were only places where wheels could barely pass through.
Then, when bean-sized raindrops carrying bone-chilling cold began falling from the sky, every road and mountainside swiftly turned muddy. The loud explosions of landslides intertwined with thunder, never ceasing.
By the time morning had passed, they had left the outskirts of the plateau and entered deep into Kunwu. Even with Little Cow and Horse's mobility, they had only covered a little over three hundred kilometers... Any slope short of a ninety-degree angle should have been no obstacle to Little Cow and Horse's torque. The treacherousness of the terrain was plain to see.
Even worse were the ever-changing landscape amid the downpour and the raging flash floods.
Many of the original roads had formed in the angles and gaps between several mountains. Now, all of them had become riverbeds for floodwater. Above them, the sky was shrouded by dark clouds, with not even a trace of sunlight visible beyond the eerie flashes of electric light.
In the pitch-black darkness, the entire world was enveloped by a heavy curtain of rain.
Before the signal was completely lost, the radio only had time to deliver one final disaster report—due to shifting ocean currents and offshore storms, the chain reaction brought about by vast amounts of cold air moving north had plunged