Whoosh! A dazzling blue streak shoots through the snowy mountain world.
Large snowflakes fall from the sky, as if trying to bury everything in the world.
As the streak passes, the soft snow in the mountain is pushed aside by an air wave, turning into a misty snow fog.
Raising your eyes, snow blankets the mountains, every tree adorned with a thick, white velvet coat, their branches bending slightly under the weight; some slender twigs are even snapped by the snow, falling with a "crack," stirring up snow fog.
Moving the sight to a hundred meters ahead of the streak of light.
A burly man with dark skin is fleeing in panic, the sinister scar on his face now bereft of any fierceness, filled instead with deep terror and dread.
He's exerting all his strength to escape, but no matter how he tries, that streak of light relentlessly tugs at him from behind, unhurried and unfazed, like a cat toying with a mouse.
Bong! The sound of a sword echoes through the snowy mountain waist.
