Just as these few people were staring in astonishment at the watermelon knife in Ye Zhao's hand, a sudden gust of cold wind mixed with a flurry of snowflakes swept over. The wind seemed purposeful, swirling the accumulated snow on the ground like a tornado. As the gale raged, it carved out a narrow path wide enough for one person to walk through.
"Holy crap, a Wind Element Ability? Is it that OP?"
The group cried out, immediately clinging to the nearby trees. Ye Zhao also hurriedly ducked behind a large tree. The cold wind came and went in a flash, leaving Ye Zhao covered in snow like a snowman, her vision obscured by the darkness. She wiped the snow from her helmet's visor, peeked around the tree, and sure enough, saw over a dozen men approaching. They carried knives and hemp rope, clearly there to chop wood for fuel.
Not only that, but these men were followed by quite a few ordinary people bundled up tightly. Among them were several staff members from the Hot Spring Villa, each carrying wood-chopping tools.
Why did everyone come out all of a sudden?
Ye Zhao remembered that when they were about to leave earlier, people inside had been calling them suicidal. The villa staff had repeatedly urged them not to wander around in the snow, claiming they wouldn't be held responsible if anyone died.
If they were coming out now, it was likely that the heating at the villa had cut out. Without heat, freezing to death was only a matter of time.
Truly, the environment forces one to grow.
The player with the Wind Element Ability said, "Hurry it up, you guys. We're leaving as soon as we're done; we don't have time to wait around for you!"
"Thank you, thank