From that frozen platform upwards, the path was no longer meant for humans to walk.
The wind was like a blade, howling and shrieking, whipping up ice shards and snowflakes that slammed into him head-on.
Fang Hao felt as if he weren't climbing a mountain, but rather grappling with a frenzied Ice Dragon.
The cliff face was as slippery as if it had been greased, covered in permafrost that had never melted for ten thousand years. It was absurdly hard; if he could leave a white mark when digging his fingers in, it would be considered impressive finger strength.
Fang Hao dared not be careless, circulating his Chaos Derivation Art to the limit. Spiritual Qi flowed through his body with a rushing sound, and the platinum light on his skin shone like a small sun, barely managing to keep the cold at bay.
Like a giant gecko, he used both hands and feet, his fingers acting like iron hooks, forcibly gouging small pits into the ice wall as he inched his way up.
