The wall of ice that had formed on the cliff face was considerably slippery and smooth, unlike the cliff face Scarlet and the others were beside when they were trekking along the mountain path two days ago. There was basically no foot and handholds present on it, much less any vegetation they could hold on to.
What's more, this layer of ice was clearly extremely thick and rather hard. Scarlet could not help but to form a fist and slam it against the wall, only for a bang to ring out. The bones in her hand felt as though they were about to break, though not a single bit of ice had been chipped by her punch.
This wall of ice had definitely formed over a course of hundreds of years. If not, there's nothing else that could be known as ice. What's more, this wall of ice should have already reached the realm of profound ice, being even more hard and tough than regular steel. Even specialised climbing equipment might not be able to leave a small hole on its surface.
