It was already three in the afternoon.
Along the periphery of the New World, the terrain was highly complicated, and it had insufficient lighting.
For the survivors, there was no such thing as an evening to them. It was practically nighttime after five in the evening.
Understanding the dangers of traveling at night, Feng Zhou and He Qiu could not help but speed up, following the scattered footprints on the snow.
Soon, they climbed over another depression.
Looking at the gathering place that appeared at the end of their field of vision, the two glanced at each other and smiled.
In the distance, a small gathering place was built on the snow and surrounded by boulders.
On the periphery of the gathering place, dozens of armed soldiers patrolled back and forth as they paid attention to their surroundings.
The weapons they carried were not ordinary shotguns like those of Feng Zhou and He Qiu but were standard rifles.