The deeper they went, the higher the temperature rose.
Soon, it surpassed 60 degrees Celsius.
At this temperature, it would be difficult for a person to move around without a protective suit.
But for Fang Chenyi, this was clearly not an issue. Not only that, but even Vajra was still casually whistling at the scenery outside the window.
Forty kilometers. Thirty kilometers.
Fang Chenyi suddenly slammed on the brakes. Not far ahead, he could faintly make out several vehicles parked by the road.
He glanced down at the car's temperature gauge. It was already close to 70 degrees Celsius.
The very air seemed to twist and distort from the heat.
Fang Chenyi had excellent eyesight, and the car was equipped with binoculars. He easily spotted a dozen or so people next to the convoy ahead, using various instruments to survey something. Every single one of them was wearing a heat-resistant isolation suit.
Clearly, they didn't possess Fang Chenyi's kind of power.
