But in the end, it's still hard for man to triumph over heaven.
Who can endure this endless winter?
Even so, you all have been great enough.
He straightened up, looking at the massive body in front of him.
It seems this monster was hunted by the Seventeen Vanguards.
Hard to understand, how did they manage it?
Not to mention killing the monster, given the sheer difference in size, making it feel pain would be difficult; swords and blades are no more effective than mosquito bites against it.
"Very impressive," he couldn't help but exclaim, "You have been, very impressive indeed."
Squeak—
Squeak squeak—
In front of the frozen campfire, an ice sculpture seemed to tremble slightly.
This made Li Qingming tense up, watching alertly.
It was the one closest to the monster, the one facing directly outwards, right in the middle.
Squeak—
Squeak squeak—
It shuddered again, and the frozen outer shell loosened, cracking.
