Choi Min-chul is from the southern cold country, but as early as five years ago, he joined the longed-for US alliance and became a member of countless dream fighters.

The exuberance of the immigrants and the humility of the experience of asking for advice from their predecessors allowed him to quickly take root here.

The strength of the 7-star Strong Wind level has firmly ranked second in the hunter team, making him more and more like a fish in water.

Now, five years later, he has prepared the conditions for his family to emigrate.

Perhaps it has always been smooth sailing, which made Cui Minzhe rise the pride of the people of Nanhan in his heart.

It's just that when he saw this man, all his pride turned into endless humility at this moment.

That's a Xia countryman!

Even if it is the same yellow skin and black eyes, Cui Minzhe can be extremely sure.

The man was wearing the simple robe of the Xia Kingdom, and his waist sword was wearing a Han sword with black paint on a red background.

The medium-length hair draped casually behind him made the silhouette of the man look detached.

"That's your compatriot?" When the avalanche was about to reach the top, his teammates turned their heads and asked in confusion.

Cui Minzhe didn't have time to explain that his compatriots would not wear the Xia Guohan sword.

The jets activated, and eight streams of flame rose from under the team's feet.

Choi Min-cheol's only chance of life is to avoid this terrifying avalanche before the fuel for the individual jets runs out.

1 minute!

It only takes 1 minute.

Even if the jet angle is unbalanced, there is a final buffer parachute to slow the descent.

So, they should be safe.

……

……

The man who had come out of the mountain turned his head to look at the avalanche rushing down the hillside.

In those eyes that have read all the vicissitudes of life, there are only the purest plainness.

At this moment, Cui Minzhe and the others, who had just risen into the air, saw the picture of the man putting his fingers together and gently raising.

The Han sword was unsheathed in response and went straight into the air.

Cui Minzhe and the others instantly widened their eyes!

Because they saw the man's windless robe, and saw the distorted white mist visible to the naked eye disintegrate in an instant, blooming layer by layer like a lotus flower.

They also saw the Han sword that turned around and fell in the direction of the two fingers, and instantly condensed into a frost giant sword.

The tidal wave of mist converged towards the blade, and countless ice crystals condensed.

The glacial waterfall of the vertical earth stands between heaven and earth with a brilliant cold light.

The blade of the sword fell in front of him, the icefall condensed, and the avalanche pressed the top......

The torrent of snow roared and tried to crash through the sword-shaped ice wall, but in the end it could only swell up along the icefall.

Layer by layer, layer by layer.

The impact of the avalanche slowed down at an unbelievable speed, and finally a huge translucent arch broke out of the slope.

The man stood peacefully under the "arched bridge".

"There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year."

In the vicissitudes of life, the man pulled out the Han sword standing in front of him and slashed forward casually.

The white waves bloomed to a height of 100 meters and flashed down.

Two halves of the fog, two halves of the glacier.

The Han Sword is still the same Han Sword, but the mist that spreads out before the sword blade is unpredictable.

The man walked out indifferently as if he were strolling in the courtyard.

Cui Minzhe and others landed from the sky in a daze, and several teammates fell directly into the air on top of the solid and upturned giant ice peak because of the poor grasp of the angle, enjoying the excitement of alpine speed skating.

When the men returned to the ground in a scattered manner, they swallowed in unison, looking in horror in the direction in which the man had just disappeared.

Look at the artificial icebergs and ...... A glacier that was cut out of the way.

"God, what do I see?"

The black mercenary with a talent for rapping trembled and touched the ice beside him.

The feel is similar to that of a polished concrete barrier.

"There's no mech."

"This is the human war king who has advanced to the 10-star gale level by virtue of his physical body!"

Cui Minzhe looked at the direction in which the Xia country man left, and only felt that the cold to his bones froze his knees, not only could he not breathe, but he didn't even have the strength to kneel.

[In this world, is there really a human being who can match the giant beasts above the peak? 】

[Or is the power of the 10-star Gale level really the upper limit they know?] 】

Choi Min-chul's heart fell into a shock that he couldn't extricate himself from.

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US Union, Pacific East Coast.

In the glacial canyons of hemlocks and spruces, only caravans and armies struggle to navigate along certain routes.

What was once a pristine natural water, snow-capped peaks, deep fjords and forested islands is now overrun by misty behemoths.

The collapse of the North Alaska fortress and the appearance of the typhoon-level tide white behemoth have cast a shadow on this far north in the near future.

Only the strongest merchant groups dare to shuttle through the current mountain roads.

Behind the danger is often staggering wealth.

When it comes to capital, nothing is above wealth.

The Gerry Merchant Group is a small caravan affiliated with the Joseph family, and they have subcontracted a short section of the trade route to serve the ordinary people, of course, not ordinary people, but those adventurers who have camped at No. 14 Ice Lake, 400 kilometers south of Juno City.

The gold rush was followed by the "source stone" fever.

Behemoths are a symbol of wealth, and whether they are cold or tropical, Behemoths are always more gifted than humans in treasure hunting.

The storm howled, and from time to time splintered ice slag hit the face.

The mercenaries of the Gerry Merchant Regiment wore exoskeleton armor unique to the cold zone, and walked slowly.

Suddenly, there was a sharp howl in the sky.

"Damn, it's Luke vultures."

"Stop moving, find the caves, and hide from these goddamn vultures!"

The leader shouted loudly, and the team of two hundred people moved quickly, choosing cover on the spot.

Luke's vultures, these creatures who were supposed to eat carrion in the tropics, God knows how they appeared in Alaska, not only evolved hard feathers comparable to steel to withstand snowstorms, but also more than fivefold in size, with a wingspan of more than 10 meters, making these giant beasts capable of traveling through snowstorms a nightmare for caravans.

Not only do they eat carrion, but they prefer to eat fresh flesh raw.

Weak humans are their food to withstand cold waves.

Soon, the caravan saw a large shadow appear in the sky in the distance.

"I'm afraid it's a flock of more than 100 vultures."

The leader of the Europa bloodline is a strong warrior who is two meters tall, but now he can only curl up as much as possible, so that the white exoskeleton armor is covered by the snowstorm as much as possible.

A colony of 100 vultures is very rare, and if they are targeted, it will be an absolute disaster.

"Silence."

For a moment, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

All that remains of the valley is a howling snowstorm.

Black shadows approach.

A shrill howl converged into the ocean.

It's just that......

Why is there a terrible voice in this voice?