Seventeen hours later.
The night was dark.
Across the boundless wilderness, a hundred-man squad was running.
After deliberately avoiding the "native" towns, the Dragon An Teams had split into eight groups and were moving through the wilderness with extreme stealth.
"Team Leader Lin, let's take a break?"
"The others are starting to struggle."
"Sure."
After glancing at their approximate position, Lin An thought for a moment before nodding.
They were now far from the major battle zones, almost at the edge of the map. Based on the changes in the climate, Lin An had also guessed that this world's boundary was probably the ocean.
It was like a massive island, with the sea surrounding a central continent and mountain ranges.
With their forces scattered and concealed, the marker representing Dragon Security on the map had already grown indistinct.
This distance was enough for him to make his preparations.
Zhang Tie plopped down on the ground without a care, rubbed his gleaming bald head, then grinned at the Dragon An Soldiers behind him to signal that everyone could rest.
Seventeen consecutive hours of "full-speed" travel barely affected him or Lin An, but for the members who were only Second-Order Awakeners, it had been genuinely exhausting.
They dropped onto the ground.
Amid a continuous series of metallic collisions, nearly a hundred Dragon Security Awakeners collapsed to the ground with pale faces, every one of them utterly exhausted.
Too drained to even remove their Exoskeleton Mechas, many of them fell asleep where they were. The few warriors who still had a little energy left could only wear bitter smiles.
After seventeen hours of marching, they felt as though every muscle in their bodies was about to explode. The lactic acid accumulated in their muscles had probably already gone through the roof.
But when