Persevere. I'll win as long as I reach the finish line. Xu Jingming comforted himself.
But at 700 kilometers, Xu Jingming lost most of his body's senses, and his mind and consciousness's ability to mobilize his body weakened.
Am I going to freeze to death too? Xu Jingming vaguely understood that he wasn't far from being frozen into a Popsicle.
This is only Planet Number Three! I have to persevere. Xu Jingming's burning faith persisted.
I can't fail! I have to at least reach Planet Number Five. Xu Jingming roared in his heart. He thought of his wife and family, his daughter who was only a few months old, and the entire Earth that was about to face a storm…
Hang in there. Control every cell for me. Control them! In this desperate situation, Xu Jingming's burning faith worked hard to mobilize his body.
His mind and will were fighting the cold for control over his body.