In the pitch darkness of the night, He Ao calmly gazed at the somewhat blurry profile of the young girl.
Her pristine skin was covered with a lot of dust and dirt, making her appear disheveled; her gray-white combat suit was also considerably torn.
She pulled He Ao along, dodging from one dark corner to another, barely skirting the edge of the giant octopuses' trails.
It wasn't until the sky began to show the first light of dawn, and a fiery sun poked its head over the eastern horizon, that they managed to escape the territory of those octopuses.
"Ha hoo—"
The young girl sat on the ground, panting, and wiped the sweat from her brow.
Although last night was full of danger, they had only traveled twenty or thirty kilometers, which wasn't a significant effort for He Ao.
According to He Ao's current physical condition, he could walk more than fifty kilometers in an hour, and even up to a hundred kilometers in extreme situations.
