The icy Plains of the extreme north was much larger than Zhao Hai had imagined. It was even larger than the corpse swamp. Zhao Hai had been exploring the icy Plains for ten days, but he had not found anything. They did see some frozen corpses, but they had been blown away by the strong winds. Even the bones were not complete. Zhao Hai and the others could not tell which race they were from from the bones. There was no way to provide them with any clues.
Now, only Zhao Hai was still staring at the screen every day. Laura and the others had long gone back to their own business. To be honest, the scenery here in the icy Plains of the extreme north was too monotonous. It was so monotonous that it made people go crazy.
There was only one color here, white. There was only one terrain here, and it was flat. In the entire Northern Ice Field, he could only see these two things and nothing else.
