Train of Thought One

Several days later.

Snow had blanketed the entire Black Wind Camp once again.

"The temperature is too low."

Inside the cave, Yu Hong stood at the entrance, looking outside through the observation window.

The ruptured pipe of the nuclear heating system had long since frozen, and the circulating hot water pipes inside the cave no longer risked overheating due to the declining external temperatures.

Roar!

In the night sky outside, another loud roar of the Multi-eyed Birds echoed.

Dark masses of the Black Disaster surged forward like a tide towards them once more.

The high walls surrounding the camp stood firm, staunchly blocking the large groups of monsters that rushed towards them with great speed.

The Array operated over its capacity, releasing dense flocks of air crows that pounced on the invaders.