In the raging snowstorm, everyone continued to advance, the vast land making this group of people seem like mere ants crawling across an immense earth. After traveling for about five hours, oddly enough, they hadn't encountered a single fierce beast along the way, and the temperature had become increasingly colder. Some members of the Mercenary Group with weaker abilities kept drinking hot fruit wine to maintain their body heat and replenish consumed energy.
"Stop."
Camper, walking at the forefront, raised his hand and drew the sword from his waist, his face showing a grave expression.
"What's wrong, Leader Camper?"
Shen Feng's expression was indifferent, and she asked in confusion, "Have we reached the Third Zone?"
