Li Ang secured the safety rope and then began to climb the other side with his ice axe in hand.
In other places, seeking thrills with unprotected rock climbing might be fine, but here on a snow mountain over four thousand meters high, even with a safety rope, it would be quite unpleasant if one lost their grip—not to mention, climbing barehanded isn't a challenge to the impossible, but a sign of a problematic mind.
Even with Li Ang's physique, a fall might not kill him, but it would certainly be a huge waste of time, and there was simply no need to take such a risk.
From behind Li Ang, he looked like a monkey as he moved across the slick ice surface and up the cliff face that was pitched at eighty degrees as if it were flat ground.
After a certain step, Li Ang finally felt a weak interference field.
His heart surged with excitement; this confirmed that the information was indeed reliable, and his trip was not in vain.
