The helicopter landed steadily at the mountain top, several figures emerged one after another, making their way to the observation instruments.
"Patriarch!"
A technician adjusting the instruments turned around and shouted:
"There's an abnormal magnetic field ahead, drones can't get close, and the equipment can barely make out the specific situation."
"Can you see the people?" Patriarch Zheng shouted:
"Can you pinpoint Fang Zheng and Xiao Yun's location?"
The sound of the rotors gradually weakened, shaking the eardrums of the few present, taking a while to recover.
"Specific positions, no." The technician shook his head:
"We can only determine a rough location, they should have already clashed, there's an abnormal weather pattern in one area."
Speaking, he made way, pointing at the screen:
"Patriarch, please look!"
On the screen, the real-time display showed the situation dozens of miles away, where dark clouds rolled and lightning thundered.
