At some point, the flames disappeared, giving way to a biting cold.
Wang Teng: …
Gusts of cold wind blew in, and a freezing chill penetrated deep into his soul, almost freezing him solid.
Frost appeared on the surface of Wang Teng's body, making him shiver uncontrollably.
"So cold!"
If he hadn't just used the power of his will to solidify his spiritual form, he might have disintegrated on the spot.
This mountain was relentless!
It seemed to get more ruthless with every challenge, leaving no room for survival!
Wang Teng dared not speculate anymore. His mouth was jinxed. Every time he spoke, the next challenge seemed even more daunting. He feared that if he continued, it might not end well.
Bearing the piercing cold, he continued climbing step by step.
Although he had employed the power of his will, it was still challenging to persist. His spiritual form continued to weaken.