Amidst the blizzard and howling winds, the powerful resistance, like a city wall, made every step forward extremely difficult for him.

It felt as if the wind and snow were not blowing on me.

It was an entire mountain.

The wind and snow were blowing against my body.

It's like a knife.

It made a series of tinkling sounds.

The higher you go, the stronger the resistance becomes.

Ye Li wasn't the only one to encounter this situation.

Even those survivors who were driving cars.

At this moment, everyone is facing difficulties.

Under the impact of strong winds, vehicles that could easily reach speeds of 500 to 600 kilometers per hour are now struggling to maintain even 50 kilometers per hour.

The engine was struggling to run, emitting a low, rumbling sound, as if protesting the harsh environment.

Vehicle fuel consumption is also increasing dramatically.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!"

"All personnel line up and rest in place!"

"......"

Most of the convoy stopped immediately.

Armored vehicles, motorhomes, and other slightly larger and heavier vehicles were placed at the front to act as temporary windbreaks.

Small vehicles such as vans parked behind to avoid the wind.

A small number of vehicles attempted to speed against the wind for a while before discovering...

The harder they revved the engine, the slower the vehicle moved forward.

Instead, release the accelerator and let the RV idle.

When the vehicle stopped forcing its way forward, the suffocating sense of oppression lessened considerably.

After cautiously driving forward for a distance, this small convoy of survivors who chose to move forward finally could no longer withstand the wind and snow.

Gather all the vehicles together to fight the snowstorm as a group.

"Damn it, what kind of weather is this?!"

"It's so cold outside!"

"Ugh, everyone stay in the car and don't go out. In this weather, going out will freeze you solid..."

"......"

Some people who wanted to get out of the car to stretch their legs were stopped by the biting cold air as soon as they opened the car door.

Having no other choice, I had to adjust the seat back to stretch my legs.

As for the snowmen that should have been on both sides of the road, they were now completely ignored.

Faced with such a violent and raging blizzard, the snowmen didn't even have time to take shape before they were mercilessly blown away by the gale and turned into a sky full of snowflakes.

...

...

On the other side.

Even with his ramen-noodle-haired man driving a sports car, he was hindered by the wind and snow.

The howling wind whipped up the snow, creating a thick fog that enveloped the world, obscuring the view ahead.

"Whack, a gust of evil wind!"

"This is fucking weird!"

"Where the hell am I?"

"I don't know how far the road next to us is."

"Is it safe to park on that snowy area below?"

"I don't know how thick the snow layer is."

"Won't they bury the car?!"

The boy with the ramen-noodle-shaped hair kept craning his neck, glancing at the vast expanse of white in front of him and then at the snow-covered road below, muttering to himself.

Fortunately, his sense of direction was pretty good. Ever since the snowstorm suddenly hit, he hadn't moved the steering wheel around and had been keeping moving forward.

"Boom!"

Just as the man with the ramen-like hair was still debating whether to go down, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the mountaintop, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart, or like a deep rumble of thunder.

The entire sacred mountain seemed to tremble, and even the surrounding cold air currents trembled along with it.

"what happens?"

"The mountain collapsed?"

"Holy crap, could it be an avalanche?"

"Don't bury me here!"

"......"

The ramen-noodle-shaped haircut wanted to further increase the height of the sports car.

However, each snowflake drifting in the air seemed to weigh a ton.

It landed on his car.

Not only did it fail to rise.

On the contrary, it seemed to be being pressed down and falling straight down.