Pffft—
Since mastering the whole of Bogda Peak, the White-haired Fierce Ghost never imagined that this perpetually snow-covered and seemingly eternal mountain would face such a situation.
Large expanses of ice and snow began to shatter, transforming into mist and dissipating into the air at a speed akin to a whirlwind sweeping through.
In an instant, the peak of the mountain was completely devoid of white ice and snow, revealing for the first time the barren black-brown earth dotted with scattered stones beneath the snow.
Their color was so glaring in the eyes of the White-haired Fierce Ghost because it told an incredibly terrifying fact — Bogda Peak was without snow!
"Man, it wasn't in vain that we toiled for two whole days and nights, huh! You can say you died a worthy death; even saving Chengyang City wasn't this exhausting."
Wu Liang descended from mid-air, twisted his neck with a cracking sound, and teased the White-haired Fierce Ghost in front of him.
