Huffing turns to frost.
Ye Qiu is already at an extremely high point on the snowy peak, the sense of cold penetrating to the bone, making him shiver from head to foot.
A casual exhale clearly transforms into frost in the air and falls to the ground.
The extreme cold, reaching such a terrifying degree.
"On top of this snow peak, I'm afraid the temperature will be even lower, reaching a frightening level." Ye Qiu furrowed his brows, this excessively low temperature is quite uncomfortable for him, but he can still endure it for now. After all, the toughness of his body far exceeds that of ordinary martial artists, and he's not frozen to the point of immobility yet.
Ye Qiu continued to ascend, leaping dozens of meters, tapping through the air, already jumping into the mist, entering the summit area.
About half an hour later, Ye Qiu stopped once again, halting his steps.
He has already seen the very peak, approximately a thousand meters away.
