The time of half a quarter of an hour passed quickly. As the fine rain dissipated around him, a glimmer of sharp light appeared in Wang Junze's eyes. He ordered in a deep voice, "Brother Tang, Patriarch Lin, please take your people and step into the ruins first to pave the way for everyone. The others will follow me into the ruins."

This choice was indeed subtle.

Everyone had their own thoughts. If Wang Junze arbitrarily assigned roles, it would surely breed discontent. Therefore, he had to make a relatively fair choice, one that left no room for dispute.

Everyone knew that the relationship between the Lin Family and Wang Junze was tense. The Divine Blade Sect was the first among these sects to support Wang Junze. Moreover, relative to others, the Lin Family and the Divine Blade Sect were indeed the strongest. Choosing them to pave the way also provided a mutual check, making it undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

"Yes!"

Without any hesitation, Tang Mo immediately agreed.

Lin Tong hesitated only for a moment before also agreeing.

After all, according to Luo Qingxuan's words, resources were distributed based on merit. With so many people watching now, if the Lin Family completed the task, Wang Junze would naturally have to compensate them proportionally in the distribution of resources.

In merely a moment, Lin Tong and Tang Mo led the way into the ruins first.

After waiting for only a dozen breaths, Wang Junze followed closely behind and stepped in.

Boom!

The moment Wang Junze entered the ruins, he felt a strong tearing sensation. As his sight blurred, the fierce wind and snowstorm hit him, nearly knocking him off his feet.

Blizzard!

Wang Junze had never seen such a massive snowstorm. It was no exaggeration to say that if an ordinary person were caught in this storm, they would be blown away. Unless in a large city like Jubei City, even villages or small towns would have their houses destroyed and collapsed.

Even for a typical Condensing Truth Martial Artist, it would be difficult to stay upright in such an environment.

Instinctively glancing around, Wang Junze quickly caught sight of many figures amidst the swirling snow, scattered in various positions by the wind, including both the Human Race and the Deserters.

The most crucial aspect was that in this tremendous snowstorm, unless you were very close, communication was nearly impossible and would soon be drowned out by the wind.

However, this was not bad news for Wang Junze.

The same applied to the Human Race as to the Deserters. Wang Junze had previously worried that the Deserters who entered first would arrange formations for an ambush. But in this harsh environment, such a possibility did not exist.

However, the troubles he faced in the snowstorm were far from limited to just the storm itself!

Wang Junze barely had time to think before he suddenly sensed a faint threat. In the next moment, at least six or seven Yin Wind Serpents, hidden in the wind and snow, lunged at Wang Junze.

Buzz!

Almost instinctively, he drew his sword, and in an instant, he sliced those Yin Wind Serpents into two.

A chill ran through him, and Wang Junze immediately felt a very bad premonition.

He realized he could react quickly because of his great strength. However, an average Condensing Truth Martial Artist might not be able to react in time. A moment's hesitation could lead to a dangerous bite from a Yin Wind Serpent.

Lin Tong had mentioned before that the Yin Wind Serpents are venomous, and there isn't a suitable antidote for this poison, posing a significant threat to Condensing Truth Martial Artists.

In a normal environment, True Qi could be used to counteract the poison. Even if it couldn't be dispelled, at least the injury could be stabilized. But in this harsh environment, any poisoning could be fatal.

"Brother! Are you alright?"

The next moment, a streak of flame burst open, as Wang Xin chopped through the snowstorm to reach Wang Junze's side.

Wang Xin had stepped into Refining Spirit, and even such a blizzard could hardly affect her significantly.

Grabbing Wang Junze's arm, he immediately felt a warm flow rush into him, dispelling the chill and helping him regain his balance.

"Xin'er, warn everyone else to be careful of the Yin Wind Serpents hidden in the snowstorm!"

Shaking his head, Wang Junze spoke in a deep voice, "This blizzard's end is unknown. Tell everyone to stabilize first and then find a way."

"Okay!"

Once assured that Wang Junze was not in danger, Wang Xin nodded in agreement.

Watching Wang Xin leave, Wang Junze did not dare to slack off. He immediately performed the Initiate the Game sword technique, assuming the Sword Holding Stance, sensing changes around him to ensure he wasn't harmed by the Yin Wind Serpents.

As he gradually calmed down, Wang Junze's thoughts became clearer.

Under normal circumstances, these Yin Wind Serpents wouldn't easily attack Condensing Truth Martial Artists. However, in this blizzard, the Yin Wind Serpents also struggled to control their movements. Once blown away and sensing people nearby, they would instinctively attack, making the randomness of these attacks too high for effective prevention. One could only rely on their strength to resist.

However, such a snowstorm surely wouldn't last too long. Otherwise, demonic beasts like the Yin Wind Serpents, which are not particularly strong, couldn't possibly survive long term in such conditions.

Therefore, as long as one could endure through this period, once the blizzard ceased, it would mean surviving the first danger.

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