"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" A series of piercing monkey screeches echoed through the dense forest, grating on everyone's nerves.
Jiao Tengda: "Stop, stop, Taotao!"
His body bobbed up and down on the roiling current of snow. He lost his footing and fell to his knees, and the hand he instinctively used to brace himself was instantly half-submerged. He was on the verge of being swallowed whole by the "river of snow."
Finally, Rong Taotao retracted his Divine Technique.
The freely flowing river of snow slowly came to a halt. All across the area, figures were scattered about, stumbling and fallen...
"Here." Lu Mang crouched down, reached out with both hands, and grabbed Jiao Tengda by the shoulders, forcefully pulling him out.
"That was terrifying. I was almost buried alive..." With Lu Mang's help, Jiao Tengda finally got his feet back on the snow, a look of lingering fear on his face.
