About half an hour later, the convoy set off again.
They soon reached the halfway point, and, as planned, the convoy split up, with most of the vehicles heading south.
Afterward, only three small teams and a large transport truck remained.
Jiang Mian leaned against the window, looking bored, but had quietly extended her perception to scout the surrounding terrain.
The Mist passage might interfere with it somewhat, but the effect wasn't great. After all, the medium she used to sense her surroundings was the wind, which was everywhere.
After searching for a while, she found the Comms Casket she'd left behind.
The ball of water from earlier had dissipated when it went beyond her control, since it was too far away.
But if it reentered her skill's range, it would be as though she'd imprinted it with her spiritual mark. Jiang Mian could control it and condense it again.
That was the biggest difference between her and ordinary [Elements] or [Cataclysms].
Take Awakened, for example. They generally had to go through a process of communicating with the elements before they could manipulate them.
But Jiang Mian could skip that step entirely. It was much like "refining" something in certain novels—she could simply claim it for her own use.
The water reshaped itself and set the Comms Casket upright.
As soon as it touched the ground, it immediately crackled to life.
"Hello? We're finally connected! Number Six, where are you?"
Number Four's voice came through.
Before Jiang Mian could answer, Number Eight spoke coldly:
"Number Six, the Mist Tide is coming. If you don't want to die, get to work."
It sounded more like an order than a warning.
Number Eight didn't know how many tricks this woman had up her sleeve, but she was only Second-tier, and she'd also