Chapter 91
For a while, Clayton was still struggling to protect himself from the icy water crashing against his body. He could barely keep his balance as the fish on the line pulled with incredible strength. At one point, the thought of letting go of the rod crossed his mind—but his determination and thirst for revenge kept him holding on.
Meanwhile, Dingo and Gemma came sprinting toward him like frightened ducklings searching for their mother. The dog and the deer were clearly panicked, dashing around aimlessly as the hailstorm pelted down on them.
At first, Clayton didn’t pay them much attention—he had his own crisis to deal with. But then, he heard their frantic cries. Glancing over, he saw both of them staring in the same direction, letting out distressed sounds.
Following their gaze, a chill ran down Clayton’s spine.
In the distance, a dark, unnatural zone had formed—completely out of place against the snowy landscape. It radiated a bone-chilling cold, unlike anything he’d felt before. Swirling violently within the zone were countless razor-sharp ice particles, moving like a vortex of knives.
If those shards touched human flesh, they’d slice through it like paper.
Clayton trembled at the sight—especially when he realized the deadly storm was steadily moving toward them.
Without hesitation, he made his decision: run. He dragged Dingo and Gemma along with him, abandoning the arowana still fighting on the line.
But as if sensing Clayton’s retreat, the fish gave a brutal tug.
Caught off guard, Clayton stumbled forward—almost plunging straight into the frozen lake.
Dingo and Gemma panicked, rushing to his side. The mini skeletons, standing by, also sprang into action. But before Clayton could regain his footing, the arowana gave another savage yank—and this time, he fell into the icy water.