WHOOSH
The wind was still brutal.
It cut through his robes, tore at his hair, and forced icy needles into every exposed surface. Han Yu endured it with grim focus, keeping his body rigid and his mind sharp.
He did not take the Frost Bane Guardian Pill.
Not yet.
Around halfway down the sheer drop, Han Yu twisted his body and summoned his halberd into his grip. He slammed its blade sideways into the rushing air, channeling Qi through it. The weapon screamed in protest, resistance flaring as it bit into the wind itself.
His descent slowed, momentum shifting.
Han Yu angled his body, curving around the mountain face in a wide arc. The landscape below spread out before him in blurred shapes of snow and shadow as he redirected his fall toward the southwest, exactly as he had planned.
But escape was never going to be that simple.
A massive shadow swept across the mountainside.
Han Yu's heart clenched.
He did not need his spirit sense to know what it was.
He felt it.
