The battle ahead was still ongoing, the strange insects being pushed back step by step beneath the siege of eight mutant creatures.
But those mutant creatures were not having an easy time, either.
They bore one terrifying laceration after another on their bodies.
Shao Zifeng watched those people with unblinking eyes, unsure if he was seeing things incorrectly.
Because some people with particularly fair skin, when in a haphazard light source, would show colors of the surroundings on their skin.
Even with such a forced explanation.
How could one explain wearing so little in minus 40 degrees? They looked like normal people no matter how you looked at them!
With this thought, Shao Zifeng quickly took out his phone and switched it on.
The custom phone Chen Yixin had given him used military technology; as long as it wasn't in a special isolated environment, it could still be used for text communication even in Antarctica.
