The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw the red sun on the horizon being pulled rapidly downwards, as if dragged by something.
The sky darkened abruptly, and then a fierce wind began to blow.
Kong Xiangdong’s expression changed dramatically, "This is bad, we’re entering the extreme night early, let’s go quickly!"
In fact, there was no need for his reminder; Yang Zhan and the others turned around and ran back.
Because everyone understood what this meant.
After entering the extreme night, the temperature would plummet rapidly, soon reaching levels inhospitable to most living creatures.
By then, not just ordinary people, even Martial Dao experts would be buried in this white desert.
But according to calculations, there should still be several days before the extreme night!
Everyone’s hearts were filled with doubt.
But at this moment, they couldn’t afford to think about much; escaping with their lives was a priority, so people rushed towards the town in a frenzy.
Zhao Ya, however, was not in a hurry.
He followed leisurely behind the crowd, occasionally glancing back at the Wuyang Sea, which was shrouded in darkness, his eyes gleaming.
This trip to the Wuyang Sea had yielded significant gains, but it also raised countless questions.
These questions, clustered together, made this sea region, perpetually shrouded in mist, incredibly mysterious.
Especially the rising fog at the end gave Zhao Ya a foreboding premonition.
Soon, people returned to the town.
The town was equally chaotic.
Everyone ran around in panic, as if the world was ending.
When Zhao Ya and Kong Xiangdong returned to the tavern, they saw that the people there, under Jing Rou’s command, were efficiently packing their luggage and caravans.
When Jing Rou saw Zhao Ya, she nodded, as if to say, nothing needed to be explained; she already knew.
Zhao Ya also knew this was not the time for talking, so he turned to help organize the team.
Although the tavern had many people, including many women.
But those who came to make a living in the Northern Realm’s Snowfield were not ordinary folk.
Not to mention anything else, these women’s composure alone far exceeded that of most men.
Moreover, those who traveled frequently always had their luggage ready.
So soon, everything was prepared.
Kong Xiangdong waved his hand, and the team set off, heading south.
By this time, the sky was completely dark, and due to the falling snow, not a single star was visible.
Only the boundless snowfield reflected a dim white light, casting a surreal feeling when it fell on the face.
As if in a dream.
Just after leaving the town, the howling winds hit them head-on, and the temperature plunged to unimaginable levels.
At the same time, the innkeeper Yang Zhan and others from the town caught up with their teams.
No greetings or pleasantries; even if there were conflicts among them usually, they couldn’t care about that now.
The people instinctively formed a team.
After all, in this extreme cold, an extra person meant an extra chance of survival.
The team moved forward for just over a hundred steps, and the town was already out of sight.
Surrounded by a blizzard, there was almost nothing else visible.
Even though their noses and mouths were wrapped in thick towels, their breath quickly froze into ice crystals.
No one spoke; everyone focused on moving forward.
At this moment, any unnecessary movement meant a waste of heat.
In extreme cold, that was fatal.
Among the group, only Zhao Ya dared to ignore these rules.
He looked up and saw that the growing snowstorm had completely blocked the road ahead.
The dark sky felt like a pot lid pressing down, creating a sense of oppression.
The key issue in such conditions was the inability to discern direction.
And losing direction meant death.
Zhao Ya quickly moved to the front of the team and saw Kong Xiangdong examining something.
As Zhao Ya approached, he discovered it was a makeshift compass.
But at this moment, the compass needle was trembling constantly, unable to indicate any clear direction.
Kong Xiangdong’s face was pale, his eyes showing a red glow, a sign of imminent loss of control.
Fortunately, Zhao Ya arrived in time and shouted, "Don’t worry, I can find the way out."
Hearing Zhao Ya’s words, Kong Xiangdong began to calm down, then turned to look at him.
Although he didn’t know how Zhao Ya could navigate in such an environment, through their time together, Kong Xiangdong had gained great respect for Zhao Ya’s abilities and trusted his words without doubt.
Zhao Ya, in truth, wasn’t entirely confident.
If he were alone, he’d just find a place to hide until the blizzard passed before moving on.
After all, he wasn’t afraid of the cold; it was just a matter of leaving sooner or later.
But now, that’s not an option.
First and foremost, Jing Rou was here.
Although this senior brother from the Mechanical Sect’s Thunder and Fire Department was quite skilled, enduring this cold would still be challenging.
So even for Jing Rou’s sake, they needed to leave this area quickly.
Zhao Ya whistled into the sky and then waited quietly.
By now, everyone knew what was happening.
The navigation tools that Kong Xiangdong carried had failed.
And it wasn’t just him; the navigational tools used by Yang Zhan and other sea expedition teams had also failed.
And in this weather, everyone understood what getting lost meant.
But at this moment, even crying out was impossible.