Clark's eyes fell upon an island that was medium-sized and extremely icy. It was strange; it was winter, but only this island among all those islands was covered in snow.
This piqued Clark's interest even more.
Someone had landed quietly on the ground, like a spear in the sky.
Clark!!!!
Before him was the entrance to the massive icy plain.
From the doorway, a cold aura flowed out madly, carrying a chilling killing intent.
Clark was puzzled.
• "Who could emit such killing intent? Are they mad or engaged in a battle? My curiosity has truly increased."
Clark advanced and entered the doorway. It wasn't straight; it was winding, and sometimes he had to jump upwards. Its design was odd.
Clark progressed quite far until he arrived.
He felt the cold killing intent, and the cold air emanating from the aura slapped his face.
But he advanced; he feared nothing.
Clark placed his hands on the wall. The path curved to the right.
