The surface was smooth and glossy, yet an endless chill continued to radiate outward from within.
Fu Qian's strange act of gazing up at the wall of the frozen sea had even drawn the attention of the scholar, who had already coughed up blood.
From what this esteemed sinner had said, it sounded like An was still alive.
Even Jill and the others couldn't help feeling a faint reluctance to see her die so easily.
Yet no matter how they looked, they still couldn't make out anything unusual in that unnerving patch of darkness high above.
"Or you can tell me if there's anything you like."
Fu Qian ignored their confusion and continued speaking while looking in that direction.
"...You're asking for death!"
The stalemate lasted for a few seconds. Just as Jill and the others began to hesitate, wondering whether they should run first and ask questions later, a voice really did come from the dark wall.
It was low and strange, but they could still hear a trace of An's voice in it.
And it wasn't just talk. The next moment, that bone-chilling cold even became visible.
A patch of gray-green quickly seeped into the darkness, like a mass of fog and fire, surging out from the ice wall.
"Run!"
Jill had already seen how dangerous it was. She moved even before her shout, darting away in the blink of an eye.
At her warning, Li did the same. In fact, thanks to his skill in hand-to-hand combat, he ran even faster than she did.
But after running some distance, the two of them stopped in unison.
The reason was simple: there was nowhere to go.
No matter how bizarre and dangerous things had gotten here, at least there was still a chance of survival. If they really