As for who was out to get him, Lin Feng couldn't figure it out, so he set the question aside for now.
The pressing matter was the predicament right in front of him.
No wonder Shanhai couldn't take this frozen wasteland anymore and had handed control back to him.
With a thought, Lin Feng summoned the radiant Symbiote he had obtained earlier. It formed a thin barrier over his underclothes, shutting out every trace of the icy wind.
Nice. I just got it, and it's already coming in handy.
Whoever was out to get him was surely watching from above. Lin Feng couldn't use anything too conspicuous.
But he was confident the First Sequence boss wouldn't detect the Symbiote.
And so it proved.
Deep in the bottomless darkness, a pair of eyes watched Lin Feng's body suddenly stop shivering. Confusion flickered through them.
But after a thorough check, the Suppressor was still intact, and Lin Feng had done nothing against the rules.
Those eyes grew darker and more puzzled...
Only after directing the Symbiote and absorbing all the memories did Lin Feng turn his attention to Ophelia beside him.
The two of them were trudging through a world buried in ice and snow.
Snowflakes swirled. The north wind howled.
Both were wrapped in layer upon layer of clothing, as bulky as bears lumbering through the snow.
They were walking straight into the wind. It shoved them back so fiercely that for every two steps forward, they nearly lost one.
"Brr... It's so cold!" Ophelia shivered as she walked, clutching the hem of Lin Feng's coat. She hadn't noticed that Shanhai had already given way to Lin Feng.
"Ophelia, do you know why they restricted our strength in the second stage?"
Lin Feng's tone was lighter than before, and the body