130: Chapter 130 Extreme Cold Poisonous Miasma

The roars of beasts behind the ice pillar forest grew increasingly dense.

The fleeing Spearman did not run toward the Giant Tower at all; instead, he deliberately led the wounded into the depths of the ice pillar labyrinth.

Zhao Mengmeng lowered her crossbow, her footsteps tightening: "Is that foreigner luring monsters?"

"Yes."

"His captain is dead, and he's still plotting against us?"

"He wants to live." Lin Ye stepped over a piece of frozen, cracked black rock, "He can't run fast with an injured teammate, so he has to let the things behind bite someone else first."

Zhao Mengmeng cursed under her breath.

The Great Xia Live Stream also exploded.

[That Germanic Spearman is so insidious!]

[His captain is dead and he doesn't seek revenge, instead he uses the beast horde to block the road. These people are truly poisonous!]

[Brother Eye, don't look back! There are more and more sounds behind!]

[Damn! The snow slope is moving!]

Lin Ye stopped abruptly.

The surface of the snowfield ahead was deadly silent, with wind whipping snow powder along the ground.

He activated his left eye briefly.

Within his retina, the area beneath the entire snow layer was in chaos.

Large, uneven red linear trajectories spread out from the direction of the ice pillar forest, crossing, tumbling, splitting, and merging again.

Something was burrowing underground, and something was crawling along the snow crust.

Even larger red lights were pressing in from behind, layer upon layer.

The Spearman's blood trail had dragged out a deadly signpost.

Hungry predators were rushing over at full speed, following the bloodline.

Lin Ye closed his left eye.

His left eyeball throbbed in waves, and patches of blackness appeared at the edge of his vision.

His mental energy was nearing overload.

Zhao Mengmeng watched him stop, her voice dry: "How many?"

"Enough to gnaw us into bone powder."

The knuckles of Zhao Mengmeng's hand holding the crossbow turned white: "Where do we go?"

Lin Ye scanned to the right.

A steep cliff.

The black rock rose over thirty meters, covered in hard ice, and the outer side of the cliff continued upward, connecting to a section of broken rock ridge.

The slope was extremely steep.

Lin Ye raised his right arm.

The Dark Weaver mechanism popped open.

"Climb the cliff."

Zhao Mengmeng looked up at the ice-sealed black wall: "Birds might not even be able to stand on this."

"Birds don't have our equipment."

He slung the crossbow onto his back.

He aimed the Wind-Chasing Claw at the rock crevice above.

The three-claw hook shot out, breaking the wind, and bit firmly into a protruding piece of black rock.

Lin Ye simultaneously shot out two anchor points.

The first one pierced into a crevice in the ice to the upper left.

The second one nailed into the bare rock higher up.

The Nano-wire pulled taut, and he used the leverage to step onto the cliff face.

The ice was too slippery.

As soon as his boot sole stepped on it, it scraped out a string of white marks.

Zhao Mengmeng followed below, the heavy bear-skin gear making her movements sluggish.

Just two meters up, the ice crust under her feet shattered.

Her whole body slid down halfway.

"Don't step on the bright ice, step on the edge of the black rock." Lin Ye pulled the secondary line with his backhand, helping her stabilize her posture.

Zhao Mengmeng panted: "It shattered on its own!"

The snowfield behind exploded with a roar.

A snow beast with flat bone armor broke through the ground, its mouth biting into half a carcass of a White-Armored Beast.

Following that, a second one, then a third.

They broke through the snow from various directions.

More beast shadows tore into a chaotic mass in the ice pillar forest, fighting over Hans's corpse and the remains of the White-Armored Beast.

The muffled sound of bones shattering mixed into the wind, making one's stomach run cold.

Lin Ye lifted his gaze.

He fired anchor points in succession.

The Nano-wire formed diagonal leverage lines for climbing on the cliff.

The web of his right hand was forcibly pulled, the blood scab cracked, and fresh blood seeped out, only to be frozen by the cold wind in an instant.

When they climbed to over ten meters, the wind direction changed.

The cold wind that had originally pressed in from the direction of the Giant Tower suddenly surged back from below the cliff.

Snow powder swirled backward, climbing up along the cliff face.

Lin Ye looked down.

At the edge of the snowfield, a layer of dark mist spread along the ground.

The mist was wrapped in ice crystals, moving at extreme speed.

It swallowed the snow crust under the beast horde, sweeping toward the cliff along the low ground.

A pale blue light screen popped up before his right eye.

[Extreme Cold, Poisonous Miasma]

Lin Ye spoke extremely quickly: "Smear the bear oil on the outside of your mouth and nose, seal the collar, and don't inhale."

Zhao Mengmeng used one hand to dig out the semi-solidified bear oil from the bone tube at her waist.

She smeared it desperately around her mouth and nose and the gaps in her neck guard.

The grease hardened upon contact with the cold, pulling her facial skin taut and sticking firmly to the edge of the fur.

She pulled up her bear-fur collar, covering half her face.

Lin Ye followed suit.

The poisonous miasma surged to the bottom of the cliff.

The small scavenging beasts that first made contact with the mist let out shrill screams.

Black frost rapidly formed on the fur of their bodies, and they collapsed, limbs twitching.

Larger beasts behind them trampled over the corpses and charged wildly, only to be swallowed by the dark mist in an instant.

A moment later, only rolling black shadows and the discordant sound of bones and flesh breaking remained in the mist.

The outer layer of the bear-skin gear was coated with grease, so when the dark mist brushed against the edges, the tiny ice crystals were blocked by the oil layer.

But the chilling cold pierced straight to the bone marrow.

Zhao Mengmeng's fingers began to stiffen.

The retraction speed of the Wind-Chasing Claw's mechanism slowed down accordingly.

The poisonous miasma continued to climb up along the cliff.

The beast horde was forced to scatter to the sides.

Large beasts slammed into the base of the cliff, their sharp claws scraping ear-piercing noises against the black rock as they tried desperately to escape the mist layer.

Lin Ye looked up.

The cliff above was steeper.

He couldn't climb to the top in a short time.

If they continued upward, Zhao Mengmeng's stamina wouldn't hold out.

If they continued to stick to the cliff, the poisonous miasma would catch up immediately.

Lin Ye closed his right eye and opened his left eye briefly.

Visibility was suppressed by the wind, snow, and dark mist.

Below the cliff, large areas of red light were churning; the gray spots on the surface of the poisonous miasma were densely nauseating.

The red lights of the beast horde crashed around in the mist.

Lin Ye moved his gaze upward, enduring the burning pain in his eyeball.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Outside the cliff on the left, a broken rock tongue protruded.

The area below the rock tongue was completely suspended.

When the poisonous miasma surged up along the cliff face, it cut out a very narrow airflow dead zone on the back of that rock tongue.

A little bit of green was floating there.

Zhao Mengmeng's voice was filled with anxiety: "Lin Ye!"

"Twenty-two meters to the upper left, follow the line."

Lin Ye raised his right arm.

The Dark Weaver fired in rapid succession.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four anchor points were fired in succession.

Two nailed into the crevice above the rock tongue.

One was inserted diagonally into the black rock behind the ice layer on the right.

The last one passed over the lower edge of the rock tongue and bit firmly into the stone ridge on the back.

The Nano-wire crisscrossed in the wind.

Lin Ye did not set up a conventional climbing line.

The bracer engine emitted a gear-grinding sound that was nearing its limit.

Dozens of thin wires crossed, looped, and locked in mid-air on the cliff.

A transparent wire net took shape.

It was suspended in the windbreak area behind the rock tongue, at a distance of half a person from the cliff.

The dark mist chased to five meters below their feet.

The cold air scraped across their calves, making their skin numb.

Zhao Mengmeng shot her Wind-Chasing Claw toward the main line, using the leverage to swing toward the upper left.

Lin Ye moved horizontally a step earlier.

His combat boots kicked hard against the cliff.

His body slid into the space below the rock tongue, sticking to the Nano-wire.

After confirming that the net bed was bearing weight evenly, he backhanded the strap of Zhao Mengmeng's backpack and forcibly pulled her over.

Zhao Mengmeng smashed into the net bed.

There was nothing below her, only a few invisible thin wires supporting hundreds of pounds of weight.

The transparent wire sank half a foot under the weight and suddenly tightened.

Her heart hung in her throat; instinctively, she lowered her body and spread her limbs.

Lin Ye flipped into the net.

The two of them were suspended in mid-air on the cliff without any cover.

Behind them was the cold black rock.

Below them was the rolling dark mist and the abyss.

The poisonous miasma roared upward along the cliff.

The airflow dead zone on the back of the rock tongue cut off the crosswind entirely.

The mist could only surge past several meters below the net bed, not even touching the fur on the soles of their boots.

The beast horde at the bottom of the cliff collapsed.

The beasts climbing the cliff were driven to a dead end by the poisonous miasma; their claws scraped large amounts of stone powder off the rock wall as they stiffly fell one after another.

Large predators tore at each other indiscriminately in the mist.

In mid-air on the cliff.

That invisible net bed rose and fell slightly above the poisonous fog in the wind.