A thousand miles of icy plain, ten thousand feet of icy peaks, everything was white.
The cold wind whistled, and drops of water turned into ice. Looking back, the path had been cut off!
The cold wind above the ice field was surprisingly powerful. It was like an invisible blade that could easily cut through the skin and even freeze people to death!
Traveling in the biting cold wind was a kind of painful torture, especially when driving the flying carpet.
In such a bad situation, the little monster on the flying carpet was so cold that it kept howling. It tried to curl up its body into a ball, trying to warm itself up.
Upon seeing this, Tang Zhen controlled the flying carpet and slowly descended. After which, he stepped on the soft snow and raised his head to look at the road ahead.
The wind and snow continued. Although he could not see any traces of the enemy, Tang Zhen knew that the enemy was right in front of him.
