In the azure sky, a white figure powerfully flapped its wings, flying forward against the wind.
The violent convection made every inch of progress incredibly difficult.
Lin Yue strained to open his eyes in this gale, looking at the much-diminished ground, observing those mutated creatures moving across this lush yet unfamiliar desert.
"Bai, descend, there's a shelter just ahead."
He looked at the area map on the system panel; not far from his position, there stood a solitary shelter in the middle of the desert.
There were no red dots representing Survivors near the shelter, so landing there wouldn't cause any conflict or trouble.
Lin Yue also noticed that Bai was indeed very tired. After all, flying here from the shelter took quite a while, plus the wind was so strong now—they had reached their limit.
"Gawu." Bai slowly spiraled downward, eventually landing on a ground covered in unknown green and purple grass, along with many flowers of the Mad Poison Herb.
