But on second thought, although the flaming humanoid called Michael had said their leader wanted them to go up the mountain, what if they were besieged by others halfway up?
Li could certainly keep everyone safe, but if things truly escalated, he would not be able to control his strength. Killing eight hundred people was not out of the question. At that point, they really would be at war with the people here.
The group made their way up the mountain, and Itachi's expression was quite poor. Li naturally feared no external force, and Gesslia was also one of humanity's strong, but in terms of strength, Itachi was only at the level of a Chunin. At first, down below, they had felt somewhat cold. But after reaching the mountain, Itachi began to feel extremely hot.
This heat did not come from the air, but from the sun's fierce glare, which turned his skin a pale pink. The ground around them was entirely covered in snow, concentrating the sunlight directly upon them. In such an environment, if one's resistance was insufficient, the body would suffer severe burns.
Such burns normally were not a major problem, but once an external force came into play—for example, when the wind blew—the pain would feel as though one were being cut by blades.
Still, Itachi endured it. Although Gesslia's endurance far surpassed Itachi's, by the time they had climbed halfway up, he had no choice but to use the greatsword in his hand as a walking stick.
But the moment his sword touched the mountain, his expression changed slightly. "Tell me, is there something wrong with this mountain?"
Itachi looked curiously at Gesslia. To be honest, after they had climbed nearly a thousand meters, no one had spoken again. Li had no issues, but Gesslia