Qian Cangyi followed Qian Jiangyue's gaze toward the lake surface.
The calm surface of the lake began to churn as if it were a boiling teakettle, with steam condensing above the lake.
Scattered ice floes gradually drifted away from the central area, floating toward the shore.
Everything was starting to become abnormal.
"Go, go, go!" said Qian Cangyi as he started backing away.
Whatever was in the lake was not something they could afford to provoke.
The four of them ran back the way they had come, and even though their hands and feet had been frozen cold, they dared not stop to rest, not even for a second.
Suddenly, a loud sound erupted, and a snow wave rolled in from behind; the four turned their heads only to see a blinding whiteness.
"Grab on!" shouted Qian Jiangyue at the top of his lungs.
