There were no enemies in the Ice Vein Mountains, and the Human Race's party used their map to find the gentlest peaks to cross.
After five full days, the great procession finally reached a broad slope. Then, in groups, people slid down it as though riding a slide.
Some children and young people laughed joyfully, and a few even shouted at the top of their lungs, venting the frustration pent up over the past several days.
But more people remained expressionless, unable to smile no matter what.
Along the way, the ice mountains bore not only the marks of the Human Race's climb, but also the bodies they had left behind.
Excessive exhaustion and the encroaching cold of the Ice Emperor Palace had reduced their total number to six hundred and eighty thousand.
The private Star Demon Barbarian troops protected Fang Yun, swiftly descended the slope, and assembled below.
Hu Li took her place behind Fang Yun's wheelchair again and pushed him along.
It should have been a happy moment, yet Hu Li's brow remained furrowed with worry.
She could sense that ever since they had entered the gates of the Ice Emperor Palace, the recovery of Fang Yun's life aura had slowed considerably. Even now, it remained only at the level of a Metropolitan Graduate.
Fang Yun sat in his wheelchair, gazing ahead.
This was still a world of drifting snow, a boundless expanse of white. Only the landscape within fifty li was visible; everything farther away was obscured by heavy snow. Moreover, the snow contained the power of the Ice Emperor Palace, so even Great Scholars could not extend their Divine Sense beyond fifty li.
For the Human Race, this was a very unfavorable environment.
After a brief spell of commotion, everyone reorganized.
However, the people were too