Chen Mo and Nangong Xue had already been away from Chafei's camp for some time. However, Nangong Xue remained worried, especially at night, when they could not turn on the headlights and had to fear that the vehicle's noise would attract unnecessary trouble.
Yet none of this was a problem in Chen Mo's eyes. Overall, driving through the forest—especially at night without headlights—barely affected him at all.
At that moment, his Spiritual Sense had taken the place of his eyes. He could see the situation around the vehicle with incomparable clarity.
It took roughly six hours to travel through the forest from its outskirts to General Chafei's camp, so based on their current position, they still had half the journey left. Under Chen Mo's control, the vehicle seemed to be dancing ballet, avoiding every ditch and bump it could and slowing down as much as possible over those it could not, making the ride somewhat more comfortable for the people inside.
They were already quite far from Chafei's camp, so Chen Mo relaxed slightly. Unlike Nangong Xue, who still had her eyes wide open, staring fixedly out the window. Though she could not see anything, at least it gave her some peace of mind.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared within Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense. He slammed on the brakes, but it was already too late. A flash of fire appeared somewhere over six hundred meters away!
The moment Chen Mo noticed it, his face changed drastically! He had encountered Shoulder-launched Missiles quite often before today, and it had been this very kind of missile that had buried him and Nangong Xue in that cave.
There was no time to brake. He turned and kicked, blasting the Pickup Truck's car door away. Then he twisted his body, kicked off the