Desolation, ruin, the traces of battles revealed clearly in this white world.
A figure emerged from the piles of snow big enough to reach a mountain peak, revealing a somewhat pale silhouette.
This person was none other than Xue Mu, who had followed all the way here.
Initially, it was thought that upon entering, there would be no influence from the tornado, but once inside, Xue Mu realized she was mistaken.
And realized that the entire Snow Clan was mistaken.
As a forbidden place of the Snow Clan, how could the winds stirred here be weak?
Just as Xue Mu stepped out of the mountain, her body flashed, and the snow-colored peak she had stood on collapsed with a roaring sound.
The sound of crashing continued here.
She glanced at the spot, quickly shaking off all the piled snow from herself.
Then, she picked a direction at random and headed into the distance.
