Han Feng said nothing.
His gaze swept past the crowd of heads gathered at the cliff's edge, settling on the vast, despair-inducing void ahead.
Deep within his pupils, a layer of faint blue light, imperceptible to ordinary people, quietly ignited.
[Spiritual Vision] activated.
The entire world was instantly datafied in his eyes.
"This is a problem," he said, his voice soft.
Zhang Hao immediately leaned in.
"What is it?"
"The path is broken."
Han Feng jutted his chin forward.
The sight before them made everyone's hearts sink.
The empty space between the fifth island and their next objective, Wind Wall Island, was over three thousand meters wide.
What was more fatal was that the terrain on the other side rose sharply, with a staggering net altitude difference of three hundred meters.
This meant that a simple Wingsuit glide, under the influence of Gravity, would only be a parabola leading straight into the abyss.
