Looking down from about a hundred meters above ground was like looking at the ground from the edge of a balcony on the tenth floor of a tall building. That suffocating feeling made people think about how small a person was, that feeling of danger that one could potentially fall to death.
However, Qin Ruo had to endure that unprecedented feeling of dizziness and panic. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and held it. He remained quiet as he lied on the surface of a Frostrampart was horizontally poking out of the snowy mountain's peak. He did not dare to move, not even a little, nor did he dare to breathe too heavily.
The one end of the shiny and smooth Frostrampart was embedded deep in the ice wall on the snowy mountain. The other end of the Frostrampart that was out in the open looked like a small artificial platform. It was fortunate that the Frostrampart was thick enough to hold Qin Ruo's weight as he was actually heavy enough to break the Frostrampart.
