The Perils of the Martial World

With Qian Baitao taken away by Senior Zhongfu, Yimo finally understood what Hell Mode meant.

An untamed mountain trail was hard enough to walk, and Yimo was on a snowy mountain, to boot.

With his poor stamina, Yimo used every bit of strength he had, stopping to rest along the way, but he still couldn't keep up with the exertion.

After three hours of walking and crawling, he finally collapsed on the snow for good, his calves trembling from exhaustion!

Yimo had gained a profound awareness of the greatness of nature and his own insignificance.

It was obvious that this snowy mountain was beyond his ability to conquer!

Yimo decisively took a quilt out of the system, wrapped himself up into a ball, and lay down, entering a pure survival game on his own.

Thinking it over, he had bedding, food and water, books that could be used to start a fire, a lighter, and some videos about wilderness survival under his belt. He thought he had at least some wilderness survival skills!

Well, he'd follow Bear Grylls's approach. As long as he cut off the creature's head, he could eat it!

He'd roast it, then slowly make his way out bit by bit. Getting out of this snowy mountain region wouldn't be a problem!

Yimo squinted and let his mind wander.

He knew he still had to walk. He couldn't really stay here. For now, he just needed to rest a little.

This was an ancient setting, after all, and the place was deserted. Who knew if there'd be wolves at night?

Yimo couldn't even beat a wild deer!

If he ran into a wolf, he could just give up!

That reminded Yimo of the old hunter from the neighboring village he'd met in Werewolf.

He thought that if