Little Gray, tucked inside Zhang Xiaofan's lapel, turned to look at the vast white icefield around them, then at the huge bear that had thrown out all four limbs and was running toward Big Yellow. Suddenly, it sprang out and chased after it.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan felt a weight lift from his heart and did not stop it.
"Let's go!" He Dazhi said, looking at Zhang Xiaofan.
Zhang Xiaofan nodded, quickened his steps, caught up to Tian Buyi, and took Luo Yunji from under his arm.
"I don't have a mount anymore!" Luo Yunji complained gloomily as he looked at Zhang Xiaofan.
Zhang Xiaofan fondly tugged his clothes into place for him. "It's fine. When you're tired, I'll carry you!"
"Mm-hmm! I want Fatty to carry me too!" After saying that, Luo Yunji turned to look at his own master.
"Dream on!" Tian Buyi, walking ahead, turned back and glared at him disdainfully.
Icy mist and cold air flowed above and across the icefield. Other than ice, there was not a single speck of dust. This place was completely a world of ice and snow. The wind brushing past their faces made their skin ache as if it were being cut by knives.
The eight hundred soldiers who had followed them all had a layer of ice on their bodies. Their exposed cheeks and eyes were completely covered in white frost, and their eyebrows had turned snow-white, like ice needles, each strand sticking out like a sharp thorn.
"This can't go on!" The Ghost King saw that the Ghost King Sect disciples behind him were not in good condition either. As they went deeper, some people already found even lifting their feet extremely difficult.
"It would be a little better if not for this wind!" Old Ancestor Fengyue pulled