Chapter 335
Around Bì Lóng Lake, some cultivators charged forward recklessly, determined to seize whatever fortunes lay ahead.
Others, however, prioritized their lives, deciding to retreat while they still could. Opportunities were important, but nothing was more valuable than survival.
The further north they fled, the fiercer the snowstorm became.
The blizzard was so intense that it blurred their vision entirely, making it impossible to see the road ahead.
As if the relentless snowfall wasn’t bad enough, ice statues would occasionally lunge out of the storm, swinging their weapons down without warning!
And this cold—this wasn’t just ordinary cold. It felt like some kind of domain-wide spell.
Some cultivators had low resistance to ice attributes—in other words, they couldn’t withstand the cold at all. Those unfortunate ones were instantly frozen into statues themselves.
To be honest, even Xu Ming was starting to find these ice sculptures increasingly annoying.
Activating his Dao Pattern Eyes would allow him to see through the blizzard, but the strain was too great. If they encountered some kind of boss-level existence later, he might not even have the strength left to use it.