On an eerily silent iceberg, towering ice blocks rose everywhere, painting a gray and white landscape devoid of any green. The cold wind howled, biting to the bone. Behind an ice mound in this icy world, Luo Zheng's sharp gaze was locked onto a rapidly moving white shadow ahead. Upon a closer look, Luo Zheng recognized the incoming figure as someone he had previously rescued, his mind filled with shock.
"Why is this guy running for his life again? Isn't he supposed to be a God-level Soldier King? How can a God-level Soldier King be so weak?" Luo Zheng looked at the approaching figure with an incredulous expression, unable to believe what he was seeing. As the figure got closer, Luo Zheng confirmed that it was indeed the person he had encountered before. He shifted his binoculars to the back and spotted several white figures in pursuit, guns in hand.
