Above the Ice Extreme Pass, the wind and snow continued to rage wildly, the cold wind carrying ice flakes that smashed against the ice bricks on the walls with a "swoosh" sound.
A soldier stood vigilantly on the ice wall, tightly gripping the spiritual energy rifle in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the distant ice plains.
Just after the snowstorm, three safe houses were bombed again; he was well aware that the Ice Extreme Pass was not peaceful at this moment, and he must remain vigilant and guard his post without a moment's respite.
Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught sight of dark figures emerging faintly along the snow-covered horizon.
These figures were blurred by the wild winds, their outlines barely visible, their faces indistinct, making it impossible to ascertain their identities.
"Alert! Unknown personnel approaching!"
