Song Jian flew in midair, with the Flame Light Wings behind him constantly shedding sparkling points of light. Directly beneath him was a dense jungle, resembling a green ocean, stretching endlessly out of sight.
He was over three hundred kilometers away from Doomsday City. Along the way, many roads had been abandoned, and Song Jian couldn't keep driving his motorcycle. He had no choice but to proceed on foot, a time-consuming and exhausting endeavor. At that moment, he profoundly realized how wise it would have been to have a biological mount, and that he had been overly reliant on his Flame Light Wings and Sword Flight Art.
He had circled the jungle twice or thrice from above. As the sky began to darken, he still hadn't found the fortress that his instructor, Duan Jian, had mentioned.
