Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
"B-… Blizzard!!!" the horseman cried out, his voice stammering from excessive fear.
A hundred meters behind him, the world had turned white, ice and snow devouring the heavens and earth like a giant maw.
In front of this heaven-encompassing blizzard, every human, no matter their cultivation, was about as significant as an ant.
Crack! Crack! Crack! As the blizzard swept over the world, the temperature rapidly plunged. With astonishing speed, all the trees and grass were covered in a layer of ice. And while the men had thick fur coats with metal armor underneath, and inner clothes made of wool, it felt like none of this existed, providing not a single iota of warmth.
They felt like they were running naked on the snow.
The terrifying chill behind them was like icy needles pricking at their backs, making their blood run cold. Each one of them sensed that if they fell behind, the blizzard would catch up and immediately end their lives.
"Run! Abandon your armor!" the leader shouted, the intense danger he felt causing his face to twist.
Whoosh! He tore off a heavy piece of armor and threw it aside, and those behind quickly did the same.
With their lessened burden, they were able to run a little faster.
Time was life. Being a little slow at this time would mean certain death.
All of them suddenly understood how that large polar bear with its thick fur and fat had suddenly died, and why those ten-some snow wolves had been slain at the same time right before they were about to hunt, and why that family of three barbarians had died right in front of their table…
This terrifying cold and the rapidly plunging temperature didn't even give them the chance to run.
Neigh!
Horses neighed as the men mounted and rode with all their strength. Rumble! The earth gave a deafening roar like the world was collapsing, a sound that would haunt their nightmares for the rest of their lives.
"Let's go!"
"Run!"
Everyone yelled themselves hoarse as they rode as fast as they could.
"Ah!"
There were cries of alarm as several of the horsemen who had
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