Sea of Death, countless yellow sands surge like ocean waves.
The fighter jets of the Strategy Bureau quickly passed by, but their speed was gradually slowing.
"No, the temperature is abnormal, the jets can't proceed further," the pilot said with a look of anxiety.
As a famous desert, logically, Sea of Death shouldn't have such abnormally high temperatures. This wasn't the normal desert temperature, but something more akin to a mutation.
"If we keep going, with this temperature rise, we might crash." The pilot added another comment.
"Then stop, you go back and take a break." Changsun Shi glanced at Changsun Zhong, who was 'communicating' with the captured metahumans, trying to 'convince' them to work for him.
The whole process was fitting for the word 'reason'.
At least so far, most of the metahumans had been persuaded.
