When the convoy was still some distance from the destination, Tong Hao waved from afar signaling them to stop.
On a not-so-steep snow slope, two Fire Phoenix Pheasants cuddled together, grooming each other's feathers.
Seeing everyone approaching, Tong Hao, who was lying on the ground, cautiously retreated a distance before standing up: "Professor, Deputy Team."
"Hmm," Chen Yixing nodded, "What's the situation?"
"Professor, there's a low-lying valley under this steep slope where the mutant creatures are sheltering from the wind."
"Come with me."
Following Tong Hao's guidance, more than ten people carefully crawled forward in the snow, and the moment they climbed the steep slope, the scene before them suddenly brightened.
This was a fracture zone falling several meters, with a spacious plain under the nearly vertical ice cliff.
