Above the mountain peaks, the morning sun rose, and a pitch-black figure moved across the snow slope, agilely crossing one yellow patch of bright ice after another.
The clouds below the mountain moved rapidly, making the entire mountain seem rooted in the clouds, as if a fairyland.
Bi Fang immersed himself wholeheartedly in the climb, each breath infusing strength into his limbs, focused and undistracted, his natural instincts seemingly unleashed without the heavy coat and knee-high boots.
He did not use a safety rope nor did he employ climbing poles, but relied solely on the two short ice axes in his hands, continuing to ascend. At this moment, Bi Fang was like a fierce combination of a rhinoceros and a nimble cheetah!
Even novices with no experience could see how dangerous Bi Fang was, like a dancer on a tightrope, where a single misstep meant total loss.
Those in the know were even more terrified, evident from Rob's instinctively clenched fists in the village.