The peak of the snow-capped mountain.
After enduring countless hardships and finally reaching the summit, everyone fell silent.
Because looking back, as far as the eye could see, there was no trace of the previous snowfield.
Mist shrouded everything, and faint sounds of tides could be heard in the distance.
Amidst the mist, a massive Black Ship was slowly sailing towards them.
Although the ship was still a long way from the Great Snow Mountain, the sense of oppression it brought was overwhelming.
Some were trembling with fear, unable to stand properly.
Kong Xiangdong's expression was peculiar.
There was gravity, but more curiosity.
Soon, Kong Xiangdong waved his hand, "Go!"
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the other side of the mountain.
Under his lead, people quickened their pace and soon reached the top.
Next was a straight downhill path.
It is said that going uphill is easy, but going downhill is difficult, but on this snow mountain, it's the opposite.
