The Extreme Cold Snow Peak resembled an ice sword piercing the heavens, its summit wrapped tightly in millennia-old snow. Shards of ice, carved by fierce gales like savage fangs, thrust outward in all directions. Xu Tiancai and his companions wrapped their winter gear tightly around themselves. The moment they crossed into the snow peak's domain, a bone-chilling cold rushed straight through their pores, threatening to freeze even their souls.
"This cursed place is absurdly cold!" A'gang's teeth chattered, his breath instantly freezing into frost crystals that clung to his beard. His battle axe trembled slightly from the cold, a thin layer of ice coating its blade. Each swing felt like hacking through solid ice, emitting a crisp cracking sound.
Before they had traveled far, a low, rumbling sound echoed from the mountain peak, resembling the roar of an ancient beast. Raising their eyes, the group saw a white torrent of snow, carrying huge boulders and ice chunks with an overwhelming, unstoppable momentum—a deadly avalanche.
Chapter 293