Retreating from the steep mountainside is extremely dangerous; once the enemy discovers us and charges up, we all become sitting ducks. If the sturdy Dragon Tooth Long Sword loosens, we could fall and die. Fortunately, fifteen minutes passed without any enemy sighting, and we had climbed to the 500-meter mark. The world was engulfed by wind and snow; under such harsh weather, the enemy probably won't attack, right?
Luo Zheng pondered, unwilling to put his life in the enemy's hands due to their slackness. There were no ropes ahead, and everyone huddled together to avoid being blown away by the biting wind. The howling wind echoed past their eardrums painfully. Luo Zheng looked up at the summit, about 300 meters away, and shouted, "Use the rope for anchoring, keep climbing."
