"It's no use anymore," Wei'a said expressionlessly, glancing at the burning aircraft at his feet.
The aircraft could indeed travel through the glue cloud layer, but its design still had flaws. Friction against the glue cloud layer had eventually caused it to overheat. Though Chen Mu had tried everything he could think of, it had reached its limit. What relieved him, however, was that this was already the fifth day. After five straight days of high-speed flight, what more could anyone demand of an aircraft made of metal? Even the Federation's shuttlecraft would only have ended up trapped inside a glue cloud mass, unable to move.
"The city should be to the northeast." Just before the aircraft crashed, Chen Mu had vaguely glimpsed a distant city. It was still a long way off, but with a super bodyguard like Wei'a, he really had no need to worry about safety.
Wei'a said nothing and headed northeast. His unerring sense of direction in the Jungle filled Chen Mu with envy. Most of the time, he was more accurate than the aircraft's instruments, so he had led the way throughout their journey.
Chen Mu followed close behind Wei'a, not daring to relax for an instant. Without Wei'a, his half-baked abilities as a Card Adept would leave him only one choice in the Jungle: whether even scraps of his bones would remain.
"Wei'a, why exactly do you want to follow me?" Wei'a's attitude toward him had always puzzled Chen Mu. It seemed Wei'a had regarded him differently right from the start, and even more so afterward. When they encountered the white-spotted mosquitoes, Chen Mu had even become one of the two people Wei'a prioritized rescuing. And when Chen Mu decided to leave the Jungle, Wei'a had decided to leave with him.
Wei'a's face still