Glancing at the massive landmasses a few miles from him, Noah didn't hesitate to run on the mountain chain as soon as he arrived.
His figure zoomed up the rocky terrain without any hindrance. Landing on a once again horizontal path, Noah's eyes scanned the deadly looking surface before him.
He almost couldn't call it that, as spikes protruded out of the mountains surface for kilometers, but he already had a solution.
Ice shot out on a linear path before him, and it continued moving.
His figure dashed forward at that point, and he never stopped pouring essence into that makeshift path.
A bottle soon appeared in his hand, and he quickly drank its contents and felt his core bubble with energy.
He soon crossed the mountain range, and stopped fueling the icy path. But began to fall at that point.
Cudgel landed on his palm at that point, and he didn't hesitate to throw it downwards; before allowing it grow.
