The blizzard swirled through the sky, the icy wind howled like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, striking fear into those who heard it. It seemed as though the world was left with nothing but a sheet of pale white, with no sign of life in this extreme ice and snow. Those with weak willpower would surely collapse. Luo Zheng and his team took shelter in a Snow Cave, burrowing into their sleeping bags. Though the biting cold was bearable with clenched teeth, at least it was much better than walking through the blizzard outside. Unable to sleep, they decided to chat to pass the time.
An hour later, the blizzard showed no signs of stopping. Wind whistled at the entrance of the Snow Cave, like the malicious laugh of a demon. Fortunately, the upward passage blocked the wind from blowing in, but the sound was sharp and piercing, causing discomfort. After chatting for a while, everyone dozed off in a daze.
