The wind rose, clouds surged.
Rather than calling it a tool, the log-cutting sled machine was more fittingly described as a toy, a spectacular plaything for adults.
Under tremendous thrust, the thirty-meter-long, incredibly sharp skids sliced seamlessly through the pine trees at their roots without any impediment.
It was as smooth as cutting butter with a red-hot knife.
Inside the vehicle, one could hardly feel any severe jolts.
Extremely fluid.
And those logs turned into light points were desperately trying to catch up with the log-cutting sled machine sprinting ahead, their mission being to transform into tiny dots and drill into that player's backpack in front.
But they probably never anticipated a day when they couldn't keep up.
The sled's speed was too fast, so much so that it seemed to be outpacing the light points.
The sled had to stop from time to time to ensure those light points could catch up with Chen Yi inside it.
Just over ten minutes.