When they set out, the sun was blazing, and the sky was clear.
But in less than half an hour, dark clouds covered the firmament, and then, amidst the thick and heavy cold wind, earth-shattering thunder erupted, echoing between the mountains.
Countless rocks tumbled down from the mountainside, cutting off the roads.
However, even the roads were nothing more than narrow remnants or naturally formed traces. In this highland where mountains crisscross like blades, the so-called 'roads' were just barely passable tracks for wheels.
Then, as bean-sized raindrops carrying a bone-chilling cold fell from the sky, all roads and mountain surfaces quickly turned muddy. Landslides boomed and thunder crashed, intertwining without pause.
