From leaving the Hua District to entering the White Frost Cold Plain area, it took Wang Xuan nearly two days. He traveled without stopping, and finally arrived at this moment.
His arrival was indeed timely.
If he had been a moment later, Shen Yuan's life would have been lost. Such an outcome would have been unacceptable for the Hunting Team, as each member was indispensable.
Wang Xuan held a sniper rifle, walking at a measured pace, giving off a feeling of steadiness. He had experienced many such dangerous moments.
The Iron-Scaled Tiger fell with a crash, pinning Shen Yuan beneath it, leaving only his head exposed, and he was almost crushed. But his heart was full of the joy of surviving a near-death experience.
He shouted, "Wang Xuan, you came just in time! Thank the heavens, I got to know you." Wang Xuan was his savior, his current faith.
