The snow had sculpted an insurmountable hardship; before Lu Ping'an, nature had transformed into an enemy trying to kill him.
Becoming one with the ice and snow cloaking the entire Snow Mountain, he harnessed the rampaging storm and blizzard as means to strike at his foe, akin to the miracles in mythological tales. That moment was unfolding right before Lu Ping'an's eyes.
"This, it's still just an arena, a fight..."
Lu Ping'an had initially thought to himself whether this was a bit too far-fetched, but then he remembered that everyone involved was a Decree-level life form, long since non-human.
Wolf-men, Dragon men, Firemen, Snowmen... this seemed like everything was as it should be.
Having determined the principle behind it was definitely a good thing, but hypothermia was already beginning to claim Lu Ping'an's reason.
The problem always came back to square one: how to respond swiftly?
"Ordinary attacks, utterly pointless..."
