The West Ridge Snow Mountains are covered in snow all year round, like a silver dragon stretching across the horizon, majestic and awe-inspiring, cold and spectacular.
Jiang Yuebai rode a white crane, while Xie Jingshan mounted the sword spirit Huo Dou. The two arrived at the location Yun Shang mentioned, only to hear the continuous howls of wolves and the sound of explosions.
The terrifying sound of ice cracking reverberated through the sky, and an avalanche thundered down from the mountain top, rushing towards the ice valley between the two peaks below.
Yun Shang, Ge Yuchan, and two Foundation Establishment Martial Monks were surrounded by hundreds of wolves, locked in fierce battle.
A giant white wolf stood proudly on high ground, its green eyes filled with murderous intent, causing fear in anyone who saw it.
"You go down to help, I will resist the avalanche."
Jiang Yuebai said to Xie Jingshan, and they immediately split up.
"Everyone back off, let me handle this!"
Zheng!
