BOOM——
With a thunderous roar, the snow atop Bogda Peak collapsed, sweeping down like a roaring dragon with a mighty force of nature.
Wu Liang and a group of Fierce Ghosts at the foot of the mountain appeared insignificant as ants under the vast expanse of snow.
Yet even so, there was no sign of panic on their faces.
"Here we go again. Does this bastard never get tired?" Puppet Ghost twisted its neck with some helplessness.
On the other side, Mist Ghost shrugged and waved a large mist that carried the motionless Wu Liang and other Fierce Ghosts into the sky to evade the avalanche.
Although it seemed somewhat effortless, the speed and density of its mist release, as well as the coverage area, no longer appeared as fast as before.
Watching the avalanche flow beneath them like a never-ending river, this seemingly beautiful snow scene engulfed all plants and animals it touched, making the ghosts marvel once more at the White-haired Fierce Ghost being able to wield such methods.
