Cold, hungry.
In the icy world, all that could be seen was a boundless white expanse.
The big tree above was laden with thick snow and ice, with sharp icicles hanging down, extremely sharp.
At this moment under the tree covered with snow and ice, a small figure of a Jackal Wolf Person was carrying another young Jackal Wolf Person on his back, struggling through the thick snow.
Stepping on thick snow, sinking deep into it, the resistance of the snow hindered the small Jackal Wolf Person's steps. Both toes had become numb from the cold, but he still gritted his teeth, holding tightly to the young Jackal Wolf Person on his back, showing no intention of letting go.
"Brother... can we... survive...?"
A weak voice came from behind, like a fragile flicker of light that might extinguish at any moment in the storm. Meng Bi couldn't even feel the breath of his sister behind him.
His heart tightened at this moment,
