The group's expressions turned grim, realizing that the snow lotus was not something that could be easily picked.
With one slip, one might lose their life here.
Once again, Chen Xian led the way. He attempted to take a few steps toward the cliff where the snow lotus was, and suddenly the wind howled louder around them.
A wild, bone-chilling wind enveloped the group.
"It's not safe here."
Chen Xian quickly retreated and chose another direction to advance.
After walking about a hundred feet, the ground suddenly jutted out with ice spikes, shooting toward Chen Xian.
A flash of dark energy flickered around him as he crushed the incoming ice spikes with his bare hands.
Li Yuanning swung the feather fan in his hand, creating a whirlwind to divert the ice spikes.
Shen Wang maneuvered to dodge, while the others either dodged or defended, avoiding the first wave of ice spikes, then took a few steps back to preempt further attacks.
"Venturing blindly is indeed dangerous."
