The north wind howled.
Snow swirled through the sky.
A layer of icy chill shrouded the land, leaving no sign of life.
The river had frozen solid, winding across the snow-covered plains like a black serpent asleep for a thousand years.
Gu Qingshan and the others hurried along the river through the blizzard.
The bottle mage Heisuo stood at the front of the group and called out, "We've been walking for five whole hours. When's our next rest?"
"No rest. We keep heading north," Gu Qingshan replied.
He glanced at the God of War Interface.
After summoning the rooster, his Soul Power had dropped to zero. Fortunately, they had killed several Apocalypse Monsters along the way, and his Soul Power had climbed back up to sixty thousand.
He had these professionals to thank.
They knew every kind of Apocalypse Monster inside and out, devised tactics on the spot, and quickly finished each fight. Their efficiency was remarkable.
"My lord, is there something urgent?" Lama Tata asked.
"Yes. We may have to rescue someone," Gu Qingshan said.
Lama Tata nodded, took out a fiery red voodoo doll, and chanted, "Breath of Fire!"
Six red glimmers appeared on the branches and drifted down onto the group.
In an instant, a warm aura wrapped around them, driving away the cold brought by the snow and wind.
Everyone relaxed a little and continued onward.
"Why does it get colder the farther north we go?" Gu Qingshan asked curiously.
"No one knows," Safiya replied.
"No one's ever looked into the reason?" Gu Qingshan asked in surprise.
"The farther north you go, the more Doomsdays there are. They've grown incredibly weak over countless years, but they still have sheer numbers on their side. You'll run into one every few dozen meters. Eventually there's nowhere left to