After cutting down a few sleazy Assassins, the path ahead narrowed again. The trail, clinging tightly to the wall, was barely wide enough for a single person. Fortunately, there were no monsters around. I cautiously hugged the wall for a few steps, looked ahead, and almost coughed up blood.
Good grief, please don't mess with me like this, seriously.
The ice path actually cut off halfway, leaving no road ahead except for smooth, icy walls. Looking into the distance, it really had broken off entirely; the broken section was about 50 meters long. Far across the gap, I could make out a huge figure. I had no idea if it was the Yeti King, but even if it was, there was nothing I could do. Crossing over to that side right now was basically impossible. I was neither an angel nor a birdman, and I couldn't just grow wings on the spot.
Chapter 109