Meanwhile, Qian Ying and the many Martial Artists ran wildly forward with their heads down, not daring to stop in the slightest. Those Big White Dough Balls were right behind them, and their attacks were simply too powerful. Anyone they touched could only end up frozen into an ice lump and killed on the spot. Who the hell would not be afraid? Even an old man like Qian Ying felt worried and frightened.
So everyone could only run for their lives. It did not matter whether they could outrun the Big White Dough Balls; they only needed to outrun the other Martial Artists. At least then, before the others were frozen into ice lumps, they could put some distance between themselves and the danger. Perhaps that little bit of distance would be enough to escape the Big White Dough Balls' pursuit.
They ran all the way, and fortunately, these Martial Artists had excellent endurance. After more than an hour of running, not a single person fell behind. The only change was that the entire group had stretched into a long line.
Leading the way was that old man Qian Ying. Behind him were several higher-level Martial Artists, followed by the rest according to their strength, forming one running group after another.
It was also because of the howling wind and snow that they did not have vision as clear as Chen Mo's. They could only see a little over ten meters ahead. Aside from Qian Ying, whose vision might have reached farther, the other Martial Artists could not see very far at all. Some could not even see ten meters ahead.
So they did not know whether Strange Beasts were pursuing them from behind and could only keep their heads down and run. Besides, although the Big White Dough Balls