In the Ice Abyss World, snow and wind were perpetual.
This snowstorm was unlike any ordinary winter day, accompanied by endless coldness, stripping the earth of all vitality.
From within Redwood Ridge, the entire land was nothing but snow upon snow.
Only the huge trees, covered in white snow, stood immobile amongst it, resembling white spires dangling with countless icicles.
Trees could be seen as a form of life. The reason why trees in the Ice Abyss World were so robust could be understood from another perspective.
If they weren't resilient, how could they survive in this frigid world?
To the north of Redwood Ridge, within the territory of the former Lu Shang Camp, Xia Hong felt a slight relief after leading fifteen people on a patrol around the perimeter.
"Fortunately, we haven't found anyone else or any traces of activity. The Mirror Immortal Camp shouldn't have crossed the border yet."
Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions relaxing a little.
