The group's morale had sunk to rock bottom. Almost everyone trudged along with their heads hanging, except Chen Mu and Wei'a. The experiences of the past few days had washed away nearly all the immaturity Chen Mu had once possessed.
Although they had lost contact with the group ahead, they did not stop moving. On the contrary, they had to pick up the pace. Glue cloud masses kept falling from the sky like summons from the grim reaper, leaving them afraid to pause for even a moment. They had seen a wild beast trapped by a huge glue cloud mass that fell from above, suffocating to death before their very eyes.
The sight had been utterly terrifying! The ferocious beast struggled helplessly inside the glue cloud mass, and within just three minutes, it was stone dead. None of them had ever seen anything so bizarre. They could only watch as a wild beast struggled desperately before them. Its every movement was painfully slow, as though in slow motion, and its contorted face laid bare every last trace of its terror.
That fright made everyone unconsciously quicken their pace.
After a brief discussion, Colin and Kit decided to head northwest. As long as they were going in the right direction, their chances of encountering the other groups would be much greater.
Kit's condition seemed to be worsening. He spent less and less time conscious each day, and his high fever never broke. The physicians accompanying them could do little; they still had not determined the cause. Everyone worried about him, but everyone was helpless. Chen Mu could do nothing either. He was no physician and had no effective measures to offer.
Suddenly, a rustling came from ahead.
"White-Spotted Ants!" Colin's expression changed!
Everyone's expression changed! Except Chen Mu's and Wei'a's. Chen