A dozen breaths later, the snowstorm instantly ground over the spot where they had just been.
Dugu Yueli retreated several dozen miles southwest.
Looking at the thick earthen ice layer that had almost been erased, a chill ran through her heart. Faintly, she even sensed all kinds of wind blades still raging at the center of the vortex.
Even if a piece of steel were thrown in, it would probably be shredded to pieces in an instant, right?
Only after the storm had completely moved far away did she run around, searching for traces of Lin Heng.
"Lin Heng!"
"Brother Heng..."
"Big Brother..."
"Hey..."
Her voice echoed through the empty world, yet no reply came for a long time.
Until there was a whoosh!
A spear was suddenly hurled over from afar and stabbed into the ground beside her.
She turned her head to look. On the originally boundless high slope, a row of shadows of unknown things had suddenly appeared.
Only when they drew closer did Dugu Yueli realize they were from the snowfield tribes.
It was just that their clothing was different from those people from before.
They were all wearing heavy white robes, like fox fur?
Two of them were dressed a little differently, somewhat like monk robes... Because they wore hats, she could not tell whether they were bald.
Her intuition told her that these two should be people of the Buddhist path.
Lin Heng had said the nearby tribes had built temples, which meant the missionaries of the Buddhist path had already stretched their hands toward these tribespeople.
Whoosh—!
Whoosh, whoosh—!
Several more spears were thrown over. Dugu Yueli dodged sideways, and at this moment she finally realized the other party was hunting her.
"Stop!"
"It's a female cultivator, don't attack!" the tribal leader suddenly