Steven's expression turned grim.

As he stared at Fang Qiu, the fierce killing intent in his eyes surged again.

"Whoosh..."

Steven didn't move. However, with the killing intent coming out of his body, there was a gust of wind whistling around him.

And below his feet, on the top of the snow mountain that was 2,000 or 3,000 meters away from him, the snowflakes, which had almost turned into ice in the extremely cold state, suddenly began ...