At the edge of Antarctica, an ice floe of several hundred square meters drifted quietly upon the sea, carrying more than a dozen passengers.
Zhu Wen was tending to the injuries of Zhao Yinkong, Cheng Xiao, and Wang Xia, while the others stared blankly toward the Antarctic continent.
That silent world of ice and snow was now hotter than Africa. Magnificent glaciers were gradually shrinking, and boiling water poured down their slopes, evaporating into the flames below.
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