Five hours ago, 1,800 kilometers away, Zheng Ren and his team finally trudged to Nanchuan Town with great difficulty.
In the ruins, there was a young figure dressed in camouflage clothes running around busily.
"So fast, there's someone who came earlier than us..." Su Yun's lips were dry as he muttered.
"We have a long way to go and the route is also bad. It's normal for us to come in late."Zheng Ren followed behind Zhao Yunlong and softly comforted Su Yun.
They really had to compete in everything. Zheng Ren really felt that there was no need to be so competitive.
After almost a day and night of arduous trekking, other than the cameraman and reporters, there was also an Imperial Capital chief resident who was hit by a flying stone toward his chest, resulting in some of his ribs getting fractured.
That was already considered lucky. At the very least, he was able to make it there alive.
