The group was entering a small canyon with only a few passages among high rocky walls, going side by side sometimes connecting to one another, already not far from the mountain they came from, the sounds of the beast horde's stampede now reaching their ears.
Though it seemed a lot less vibrant and the tremor of the ground was not as intense compared to the past at the same distance. The number of beasts which were running toward the passage to the Winter Forest were likely finally dwindling after such a long period of time.
Meanwhile, the path from the small paradise-like forest to this canyon did not turn up anything good. At least in the eyes of the beauties, although Wu Long did pick up some ores and rocks on the way from some of the smaller impact craters that had long since become covered in ice.
