Chapter 975, Separate Radio Station

Stepping off the train, the piercing cold wind whipped up fine snowflakes to batter my face.

Glancing around, the Phantom Train this time stopped amidst a forest area.

Underfoot lay thick snow, covering up to the ankles.

The winter here was much colder compared to Xinfu City—so cold that when you spit, the saliva turns into ice in midair.

Brrustle~!

Suddenly, rustling sounds came from the withered grass behind.

Turning back, seven or eight pairs of ghostly green eyes gleamed behind the withered grass, the hungry wolves bared their sharp white tusks and slowly approached.

Their fur was encrusted with ice, the warm breath condensing into ice flowers around their muzzles.

"Scram! Don't cause trouble." Wu Heng waved his hand to shoo them away.

This wave instead irritated the wolf pack. A male wolf on the right roared and lunged, but Wu Heng caught its throat in mid-air.

He clenched his fingers, and with a 'crack', directly crushed its throat.