Gone Without Return

Whether beneath a blazing sun or caught in a frigid current, his body always remained in its most comfortable state.

At the same time, he did not even need to eat or drink. Even in the desert, he could draw moisture from the dry air.

As for his speed, although he was only walking and his strides had not broken into a run, he moved at an extreme pace. Or rather, it was like shrinking the earth to an inch—one blink carried him over a hundred meters, far faster than traveling by car before.

In terms of efficiency, Zhao Cheng could cover in one day on foot what had previously taken nearly five days by car.

Previously, they had only traveled during the day, had needed to make detours around many places, and had also spent mornings and noon breaks eating and resting. Naturally, the efficiency had been poor.

Thus, in merely two short days, Zhao Cheng had actually crossed the desert, and a rainforest appeared ahead.

A desert adjoining a rainforest might seem unscientific, but in truth, many deserts had formed after rainforests vanished.

Upon seeing the rainforest, Zhao Cheng's heart stirred, and he slightly adjusted the direction in which he was traveling.

In one corner of the Tasha Rainforest, Kleen and his assistant wore numb expressions, terrified beyond the point of feeling terror.

Because he was currently tied to a wooden post. Well, his assistant was tied up beside him; this was not some classic storyline where the assistant stabbed him in the back.

Below them, a group of natives with strange patterns painted on their faces were singing and dancing.

If he had seen this scene on television, he would certainly have praised it as quite interesting. But the key problem was that he was right