The stormy weather and extreme harsh survival condition was wearing everyone down. The people Lin Xi had brought were ordinary people with no experience in mountain climbing, and now, pushing them to this point, many of them were reaching their limits.
Their current shelter from the storm consisted of a dozen large tents. Everyone huddled inside to avoid the cold, trembling from the chill. If it weren't for their obsession with eternal youth, they would have given up long ago.
However, even under such terrible conditions, a dozen people had to come out for the night watch. They wore goggles and thick cold-weather gear, moving around to keep their bodies warm.
One of the watchmen, out of urgent necessity, chose to relieve himself with his back to the blizzard. However, he heard something in the howling wind—was that the breathing of a beast?