Winter Supply Zone.
2:00 a.m.
Against the howling snowstorm, Feng Qi drove his snowmobile along the northbound road.
From time to time, he checked the positioning device mounted on the snowmobile to confirm his direction.
Mu Qing had already set out.
At normal speed, it would take roughly half a day to reach the Silent Domain Field.
Another half day or so would be needed to prepare before formally exploring the Silent Domain Field.
So he was in no hurry.
After leaving the main road, the path ahead was completely buried under heavy snow. There were no more streetlights along the way, and he could only rely on the vehicle's searchlights to move forward.
The snow grew heavier and heavier.
Countless white flakes flew toward him, striking the windshield. The wipers had to keep sweeping back and forth for him to see what lay ahead.
After checking his current position on the locator again, he stepped on the accelerator.
As the engine roared, the snowmobile abruptly picked up speed.
When he looked up, he could see hazy green auroras like drifting smoke and a sky full of stars through the sunroof.
The sky here was beautiful, but Feng Qi had no mind to admire it.
He needed to reach his destination before Mu Qing shattered the Silent Domain Field, then lie low and wait for the severely wounded Mist Lord to flee before carrying out the next stage of his plan.
If the first step failed, there would be no point in proceeding with the rest of the plan.
After driving on for a while, he reached out and turned on the music.
The sound blasting from the speakers immediately drowned out the engine's roar.
It was clear that the snowmobile's previous owner had been a heavy metal fan. The