Luo Fan took out his phone and opened the message.
It was from Jiang Shengnan, and the contents were simple: the first migration group of four thousand people had yet to leave the Western Regions, and they would come under attack by powerful Weird tonight.
Zhao Chunfeng had used Divination to calculate their prospects. No matter which direction they took, the signs all foretold great calamity.
Weird had set its sights on the group. There was no avoiding it.
Luo Fan wasted no words and replied directly, "Send your location."
Jiang Shengnan replied almost instantly, and a set of coordinates popped up.
Luo Fan opened it for a look, his brows drawing together slightly.
The straight-line distance from Shennongjia to Jiang Shengnan's location was nearly two thousand kilometers.
That was no short distance.
He quickly ran through the options in his mind.
The fighter jet was fast. It could cover two thousand kilometers in a little over two hours.
But the fighter jet needed a runway to take off. It could not rise vertically like a helicopter.
"Black Bird."
Black Bird flew down from the treetops and landed on his shoulder.
Luo Fan vaulted onto Black Bird's back. Black Bird spread his wings and took flight, turning into a streak of black light as he flew toward the outskirts of Shennongjia.
They soon found the nearest highway.
Nearly two years had passed since the Apocalypse began, and the highway had long since fallen into disrepair, its surface covered in cracks and loose stones.
Fortunately, the highway was straight, wide, and long enough. With a little clearing, it could just about serve as a runway.
Luo Fan took the Demon-Breaking Dagger from his Storage Space and casually sliced apart several larger rocks on the road, then kicked the smaller stones to