Last night, a blizzard almost buried all the traces of the previous battle.
The biting mountain wind remained cold, the temperature must be around minus seventy to eighty degrees, but only the frightful Ice Spiritual Qi was missing from this wind.
Perhaps this is the biggest difference from the Great Snow Mountain area.
Over at the Great Snow Mountain, once winter arrives, it's a snowy storm all day long, uninterrupted, and hoping to see the sky or the distance is just dreaming.
But here, twenty thousand miles away, when the snow first stops, you can still admire the rare spectacle of a vast snowy night illuminating a solitary cold peak.
Wang Wu wedged himself in a crack in the rock, looking eastward, seeing an endless stretch of mountains, stretching beyond the eye's reach.
And looking west was pitch-black earth, but actually not, for it was all trees, so-called Black Forest.
