Chapter 292 What's the Rush

"Okay, okay, let's take a break, I can't run anymore."

Goulbin knelt on the ground, tugging at his collar, gasping for air. His lips were completely chapped, covered with peeling white dead skin, looking both horrifying and pitiful.

They had been in a state of thirst, and had suddenly run two or three kilometers, which was really too much for them. The air they breathed into their lungs didn't feel like air at all, but rather a ball of fire, scorched their nose, mouth, and throat to ashes.

His companion stood with hands on hips, equally short of breath, but still clutched at Goulbin's right hand, wanting to leave this place quickly.

It was said that brown bears could smell scents from twenty miles away, and the distance they had covered was certainly not enough.