The biting wind was relentless, and everyone present felt their bodies chilling to the bone, struggling to endure.
"Why does it feel like the temperature is dropping even more? We've been in the Frozen Northlands for most of the day; our bodies should have adapted to this cold by now!" Vexorian exclaimed again.
Kaelthas didn't respond, but he felt the same way.
Since arriving in the valley, the temperature seemed to be dropping continuously, accompanied by bursts of tempest.
Their group was far more robust than the average person, yet they still struggled to resist the cold.
"Whoosh..."
At that moment, another gust of cold wind swept through.
Many couldn't bear it and cried out.
"My God, it's too cold!"
"I would never come to this godforsaken place again in my life!"
"How much longer do we have to wait here? If this continues, I fear I might end up frozen dead like Ghoul Barrett!"
The complaints were endless.
