The wind howled.
The heavy clouds seemed completely unaffected, still hanging high in the sky.
At this point, Su Mo finally understood why the major tribes had built themselves in one deep pit after another.
Against the backdrop of Nuclear Winter, the low temperature was indeed an invisible killer.
Now that Deep Winter had entered its final sprint, the wilderness had dropped to forty degrees below zero, and the temperature was still falling. It looked as if it was about to break through the red-line value of fifty below zero.
Even in the Flame Fist Tribe, which had a Heating Tower, the temperature had been difficult to keep above zero over the past few days.
At the coldest point during the day, it would briefly drop to around fifteen below zero.
It was easy to imagine what kind of trouble the tribes without deep pits or Heating Towers were facing.
"Chief, why don't you go back and rest?"
Huang Xiangyu noticed Su Mo standing hesitantly at the exit of the Flame Fist Tribe in his heavy Cotton Clothes.
He grinned, a teasing look appearing on his flushed face.
This was the first time in so long that he had seen the chief looking troubled.
"It's too cold. What awful weather..."
Su Mo ignored Huang Xiangyu, silently encouraged himself, and took one step outside.
Whoosh.
A blast of cold wind swept over him. The chill went straight to his bones, and his Cotton Clothes could not provide him with the slightest warmth.
In only a few seconds, Su Mo felt as if all the blood in his body were about to freeze solid.
"In weather like this, anyone who still hasn't found a tribe to join will probably be forcibly eliminated, right?"
He thought to himself.
The choice of Deep Winter