The cold wind in the middle of the night was biting, and the cold was terrifying.

In the darkness of the earth, it was as quiet as if all living life had long since died.

In this difficult environment, the distant team that had wanted to finish eating and set off again overnight had to stop.

And after a few hours of precipitation and several days of trekking, these special abilities are also exhausted.

They are also flesh-and-blood people, but they are not cultivating the power of the right path.

The natural cold is still a great hindrance.

If you don't agree, take a look and you'll understand it all.

The hillside they used to occupy on one side now occupies only one corner.

Everyone shrunk and tried to huddle their bodies together with a group of snakes, insects, rats and ants to keep each other warm.

There are also some relatively high-level people who squat on the spot and quickly shrink themselves into a ball and fork in place.

They had their weapons at hand, and a dazzling array of equipment around their waists.

They all slept restlessly, with an average of one waking up every five minutes.

If you look at their team, it's almost easy to guess that they're probably on their own all the time.

That's right, in addition to those who are on duty, there are always experienced abilities who will help keep an eye on them.

After paying attention to observation for such a long time, these small details have not fallen into the eyes of the reverse path at all.

Finally, after step-by-step analysis and understanding, various plans are divided into deductions again and again.

After refining from a large number of plans and picking out the most reliable one, this is the final plan.

And after a long period of high vigilance, coupled with the fact that the body is prostrate and does not move, and the plan has to be discussed, it is naturally uncomfortable to die.

But then again.

Without such a long period of observation and tracking, these plans would never have been able to come true in a short period of time.

Therefore, the stroll of all the members of the team in front of me is really a godsend.

Everything is ready now, just wait for the timing.

When the time comes, all the suffering of the present will be transformed into strength, and then the most fearless and swift charge will be launched.

It's probably a grind, every step of the furnace.

This is the reverse path, and it is a member of the Shenlong Special Combat Team of the Shenlong Special Organization.

If you don't agree, listen to your heartbeat.

Your rhythmic and active heart is constantly supplying fresh blood.

You are just like Li Wuya now, you don't need to pay your ears to hear it.

The howling wind, the occasional uneasy trembling of the insects, was mixed with the thumping of the heart.

It's all so real, and so dreamy and scary.

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm true or not, and I can't see my humanity under the protection of thousands of layers.

It is only after the change of guard that you occasionally stare at the target you are dealing with and blink your eyes that you can feel the incomparably real dryness.

A few more hours passed, and the team in the distance still woke up in an orderly manner.

Just when Li Wuya's patience was still worn to the ground, the rules in the dark were broken.

Originally, a guy who was sitting on the ground and was sleeping soundly suddenly opened his eyes.

In the speculation at the beginning of the reverse path, he was a normal phenomenon and did not play a role in paying attention.

But it wasn't until he had finished reading the time and tested the temperature of the earth as a humidity observation, and had not closed his eyes, that he attracted the curiosity and anticipation of several pairs of eyes in the distance.

But he didn't notice it, just stood up in a daze.

In the cheers of the heart of the reverse path, step by step towards the corner of another hillside.

After making sure that the distance is far enough, take out a small bottle and take off your pants to solve it on the spot.

As for these footprints on the ground, tomorrow morning I will have my own comrades to cover them.

So he went to the toilet very safely, and he didn't notice the person standing behind him at all.

To be precise, he never saw it.

It was all until he was comfortable with it.

He slowly closed the bottle and put on his pants.

Craned his neck, and even shivered.

He cursed the ghost weather in a low voice, and turned his head and walked back.

But his footsteps soon stopped, because his upper body accidentally crashed into a man.

There was a thud in his consciousness, and he felt a golden glow caused by the sudden rapid movement of his high vigilance nerves.

He understood too well that as a person who had awakened his abilities for four or five years, he was suppressed mentally and physically by the person behind him without the slightest force.

He's also a textbook raid.

In less than a few tenths of a second, the Psychic sliced through his mind.

In the end, he took two steps back sharply, and the physical suppression was also reflected.

was supposed to be the first to take precautions, but he didn't let him do it, but threw the bottle in his hand out.

However, for ordinary people, this trick is a trick that reacts quickly to the extreme.

But in the eyes of the real supernatural, it is the performance of being frightened when it is powerless.

If you can't react until now, let's take a look at the actions of the man in white.

He just bent down slightly, took the muffled bottle that he had thrown to the ground and put it on the ground silently.

The moment the bottom of the bottle collided with the sand, the two men shot almost at the same time.

The Adeptus let out a loud roar as he let out a loud roar and kicked the man in white in the shoulder.

The treacherous and slippery veterans and quick thinking on the battlefield are vividly displayed.

However, he only miscalculated one point, and he met the man in white.

The guy who has rarely been defeated since he entered the dragon.

The person who jumps the challenge at every turn and is undefeated with a pair of undefeated is commonplace.

He hasn't been defeated a few times, and certainly not this time.

Seeing that the opponent's attack arrived, he did not retreat or dodge.

He was just afraid that the other party wouldn't be able to kick him, and he ran a few steps forward quickly, and was finally slashed on the shoulder by the blow that the Adeptus had practiced for many years.

With a muffled thud, the shocking move stopped moving.

The Adept felt the pain of the tear in his leg, and felt the clump of objects under his feet, and his heart was ecstatic.

This move kicks you can't cripple, and you have to fly out half of your shoulders with one move.

However, I felt the pain of the tear on this leg, and I should have broken the calf bone.

The Adept struggled with pain, and opened his eyes, looking at the evidence of his victory.

Then he seemed a little confused, and he couldn't believe his body, so he shook and knelt on the ground.

There was a click on his leg again, and he didn't care about the second fracture, but he just held a ball of white clothes in his hands weakly.

With the sweat on his forehead, the supernatural who had been trying to shout out had not shouted until now.

He was shouting when he kicked it, he was shouting when he closed his eyes in pain, but until now he closed his mouth, and he was still shouting in his heart.

He couldn't imagine when this man had come from or when he had dodged his own killing.

He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Could it be that the lump of clothes in front of him is the culprit, he is the one who can block the move he just made.

This is impossible, and the Adeptus throws his clothes dozens of meters away.

He was in great pain, he was very cold, he was helpless.

He looked down and tossed through the sand, trying to find some of the marks he had been to.

But there is not a single footprint on the neat sand, just a road.

He shouted, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he didn't say anything.

He tried to make some noise, but he was like a helpless soul.

And his eyes are getting worse and worse, and he can't hear the outside world anymore.

The Adeptus grew panicked, and he ran, howling hoarsely.

But he didn't feel the slightest effect, but he didn't get half a point except for his discomfort and panic.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the ground, and stopped trying.

It wasn't until he slowed down for more than ten minutes that some whimsical ideas suddenly flashed in his mind.