Ever since the Ice Age began, the East Ocean had acquired a new name—the Frozen Hills.
The final sea breeze had shaped it into a breathtaking sight. The undulating Sea Surface looked like endless rolling hills, and one could never know how long one had been walking or where one had reached.
Although the evolutionary beasts were not particularly afraid of the cold, the frozen waves stretching endlessly into the distance still made them feel unbearably bored and stifled.
One evolutionary beast patted its pocket and asked the person beside it, "Any cigarettes left?"
The Peng Joe Empire's shelters also cultivated tobacco, specifically for the royal family and nobles.
After the evolutionary beasts had judged the situation and occupied all the shelters, they became the supreme rulers, and these things became luxuries for them to enjoy.
The dull, endless trek toward Nagaril was torture even for evolutionary beasts.
Another evolutionary beast patted its pocket, then took off its backpack and rummaged through it several times before shaking its head. "I'm out too."
"Damn it!"
The group continued forward in silence. No one spoke.
At first, when they had set out from the shelter, they would still chat about various things. But as time dragged on, they gradually lost the desire to communicate.
Everyone remained silent. Every few hours, one of them would be thrown into the air by the others to survey the surrounding environment.
They had been walking for more than half a month. Their supplies were running lower and lower, and they had begun to grow somewhat uneasy.
After all, evolutionary beasts needed energy to survive as well. The flesh they carried with them probably would not last much longer!
Another day passed in a daze. Fortunately, on the following morning, they discovered a whale frozen beneath the