"Ah-choo!"
Wang Hao, who was driving, sneezed.
"What's up, Brother Hao? Got a cold? You've been exhausting yourself the last couple of days, take care of your health!"
Zhao Meng teased with a smile.
"Hmm... maybe caught a chill!"
Wang Hao furrowed his brows slightly, feeling something was amiss.
His body was in good shape, especially after being continuously enhanced by spiritual power.
How could he catch a cold?
"We're about to reach the designated spot, everyone prepare to abandon the cars and proceed on foot."
Zhao Hu's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
The three cars drove into the roadside non-motorized lane.
There were no traffic cops now, and no worries about getting fined.
Everyone strapped on their backpacks.
The remaining supplies were temporarily left in the cars.
Their backpacks weren't the hiking kind, but lightweight assault packs.
Although the journey wasn't far, there were too many monsters.
