THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
Out on the frozen surface of the Frozen Dragon River, the temperature was still a deadly minus one hundred and eighty degrees.
The howling arctic wind cut like ten thousand razors, blowing thick walls of white snow into the faces of the marching Frost-Giant Clan so hard they couldn’t see more than twenty feet ahead of their noses.
At the very front of the five-hundred-thousand-strong giant army ran King Gu Shan.
His thirty-two-foot-tall body was covered in an inch-thick crust of gray rime-ice. Because Frost-Giants grew too fast for normal boots and relied on their tough Rank 5 and Rank 6 skin to walk on snow, Gu Shan and all five hundred thousand of his warriors were marching barefoot.
Right now, however, the unnatural black frost creeping down from the north had frozen the river ice so cold that even a Frost-Giant’s iron-hard soles were cracking and turning dark purple-blue with deep frostbite!
“Keep moving, brothers! Don’t stop!”
King Gu Shan roared at the top of his lungs, his voice shaking with both fierce willpower and chattering teeth. Every time his bare thirty-foot feet hit the blue river ice, it felt like stepping on a bed of freezing iron needles that shot pain straight up to his knees.
