Whoosh......
A sudden whirling wind abruptly interrupted Xia Hong's train of thought.
The fierce wind was blowing from behind the hollow, and before Xia Hong could turn his head, he heard exclamations coming from the army stationed behind the hollow.
"Something's wrong!"
"Why is the wind suddenly so strong?"
"We can't hold on, the iron arrows are blown off course."
"This wind specifically targets the army."
"No, there's cold in this wind, my bow is forming icicles."
"My iron armor is also forming icicles."
......
On the right side of the army, behind the group of advanced Frost Wolves, a sudden fierce white wind began to whirl.
Normal air is colorless, but the white seen by everyone clearly indicated that the whirlwind contained extreme cold.
"Everyone, retreat with me to the direction of the army, and don't panic!"
