"..."
"What are you panicking about? It's just a blinding technique!"
Murong Huatu stabilized the troops, "It's just a snowstorm, even if it's dragon-shaped, in the end, it's still just snow. Look under your feet, snow that collapses as soon as you step on it; could it possibly crush you to death?"
"Boom—"
As his voice fell.
Suddenly, the mountain split and the ground shattered.
The snow, it collapsed!
...
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The storm continued.
In the icy snowy surroundings.
The soldiers of Hongze Camp, who had almost frozen to death, found themselves not worsening but rather warming up instantly after more ice and storms descended.
Not.
Warm isn't the right word to describe it.
More accurately, it was like a fish back in water!
Just as a fish is born to swim in water.
They were born.
To thrive in snow and ice!
