On this extremely cold night, walking among the mountains piled with thick snow is extremely exhausting.
After merely walking seven or eight miles, some people began to sweat profusely, steam rising from their heads, but even so, Hei Yunzi's subordinates dared not show any slack, biting their teeth and closely following behind.
Because they know that at this critical moment concerning life and death, the usually stern Hei Yunzi would become even more ruthless and cold-hearted.
Any slight disobedience or slack would bring about brutal punishment and perhaps even cost them their lives.
Especially Geng Ying, even though the wound on his forehead had frozen and started itching, clearly on the brink of frostbite, yet he dared not relax even a bit, closely following at the back of the team.
Because his life now is only temporarily in his own hands; if anything goes wrong, Hei Yunzi would undoubtedly kill him without hesitation.
