The endless snowy plains were flat and vast, the howling cold wind smoothing over the snow as though it were a white sheet of paper.
Yet on this white sheet, there now appeared a long drag mark.
At the very front of the drag mark lay a person, scraping at the icy snow with both hands, inching forward little by little.
"Everyone must die...haha...everyone must die."
The raspy, weak voice dissipated in the cold wind. Valery had fallen into a semi-conscious state; his legs were hollow below the knees.
That was after his snow boots wore through, his legs turned to icy lumps, and then shattered to pieces.
The blood that flowed out immediately froze into chunks of ice, then flowed and froze again, leaving behind glaringly crimson ice gravel on the snowfield.
Before long, Valery seemed motionless for quite a while, as the bitter cold wind piled snow over him, leaving only a vaguely bulging mound of snow.
"Roar!"
