After crossing the Melting Ice River, the rescue team arrived at the Mossy Wasteland.
Who could have imagined that only yesterday, this place had been teeming with life, a soft, green carpet spread across the land.
But now, everything had been devoured by the merciless snow.
It was utterly shrouded in a world of white.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of white.
The howling, frigid wind savaged their ears like a wild beast, letting out a terrifying shriek as if trying to tear the very world apart.
The pristine white snow was over a meter deep, completely burying the moss beneath it.
The distant, rolling snow-capped mountains blended into the white wasteland, their borders impossible to discern.
Feng Shan parted his lips slightly, a puff of warm air escaping his mouth.
But the moment it hit the freezing air, the warm breath passed through his mask and instantly crystallized into fine shards of ice.
