Under the influence of this low temperature, even the usually formless and intangible air seemed to be frozen, suffocatingly heavy to a frightening degree. The snowfall had yet to stop, further increasing the humidity. The apparent temperature had dropped another level, reaching an unprecedented minus forty-five degrees Celsius. In this frigid weather, even someone with Su Mo's formidable physical constitution felt miserable. The cold seemed to slow his heartbeat by half a beat. If it were an ordinary human, without thick winter clothes, they wouldn't last half an hour before freezing to death in the chilling wind.
"Guided by two massive rocks, one square and the other triangular... it's quite obvious."
