After sighing, Zhang Meng suddenly saw darkness before his eyes.
When he woke up the next moment, he found himself lying in a vast expanse of snow.
The freezing wind cut across his cheeks like blades. As far as he could see, there was nothing but endless ice, snow, and ruins.
He hurriedly got up, feeling cold all over. The chill seeped from his skin into his bones.
Looking around, he realized that he had been separated from his companions after the ritual.
Clearly, the Deity had agreed to give them a different stage, but not anything more.
That gave him a bad feeling.
He immediately checked his Player Template.
Fortunately, the template was still there.
He had originally reached Level 75. In the Mist World, he had been practically invincible among monsters at that level.
But now, he was only Level 10.
He clenched his fists. He still had roughly twice the strength of an ordinary person, so it seemed his constitution was still double as well.
Now, he had to face this freezing Doomsday World alone.
A constitution twice that of an ordinary person was not enough to withstand the bitter cold and famine.
Zhang Meng's first instinct was to find shelter.
He looked around again and finally saw that he was in an abandoned city. Most of it was buried beneath the snowstorm, with only a cluster of collapsed buildings visible in the distance.
He hurried over.
In the end, he curled up inside a half-collapsed building, using broken door panels and bricks, along with packed frozen snow to fill the gaps, to build a crude windbreak.
His fingers had turned purple from the cold. He rubbed his hands hard, trying to recover even a trace of warmth.
He knew that if he wanted to survive, he