The thick snowpack suddenly collapsed.
In the direct sunlight, the deep Glacier Valley reflected a flickering blue light at its edges.
White cracks spread like lightning, as if a massive spiderweb was enveloping Bi Fang, his pupils slightly trembling, filled with the crisp sound of the ice layer breaking.
Bi Fang slowly lowered his head, the ice beneath his feet clear and transparent. His vision was excellent, yet he couldn't penetrate the deadly darkness.
He had the illusion of standing in the empty expanse of the sky, with nothing in the world left but him and the abyss locked in a gaze.
Nowhere to run...
Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, and the previously continuous barrage of comments came to an abrupt halt.
Bi Fang didn't dare to make any rash movements; instead, he silently drew the Small Hunting Knife strapped to his thigh.
