Chapter 160
Mu Fan, who was swiftly running through the ruins, suddenly looked up.
As his faceplate opened, a layer of frost instantly formed on his eyebrows. Yet what caught his attention were the ice pellets quietly condensing in the air, now crackling as they pelted his face.
A howling wind began to rise through the silent night.
Rustle...
Rustle...
Faint sounds began to surface beside his ears.
The wind had appeared suddenly, and its changes became even more abrupt.
Almost instantly, it began to rage.
The icy grit in the air started to condense into strips of ice spikes.
Sensing the increasingly fierce wind, Mu Fan raised his head and looked toward the pitch-black night sky. His faceplate dropped shut at once.
With a bang, an eight-inch ice spike struck the Helmet and shattered.
Crack crack crack!
Countless ice spikes slammed against the Dragon Rider Battle Armor, scattering flurries of icy blossoms.
Within Mu Fan's eyes, the faint green glow slowly faded in the howling darkness, replaced by threads of surging crimson.
Like settled red wine, or dark red bloodstains.
At that moment, his terrifying owl-like Night Vision revealed itself.
At the edge of his vision, a massive shadow slowly emerged, roaring toward him.
Gales swept dark clouds along, their might vast and boundless.
"...A blizzard..."
His murmured voice filtered out from beneath the faceplate.
The rising vapor instantly condensed into icy grit and was scattered by the fierce wind.
Mu Fan even saw enormous boulders on the hills being effortlessly swept up and becoming part of the storm.
Clearly, just when everyone thought the night would pass quietly like this, the ruins once again reminded them in their own unique way that this was an Ancient Ruins where anything was possible.
"We can't keep traveling."
Mu Fan made