In Lin Xian's line of sight, the white snowfield ahead suddenly came to an abrupt stop, revealing a neatly cut-off cliff. He immediately changed direction, and the two vehicles drove along the edge of the canyon to a high slope before stopping.
"We've arrived. This should be the Trakama Ice Valley."
At this moment, the two of them opened the car door, and a gust of howling snow wind hit them in the face. Lin Xian, wearing a black snow-blind mask, stood on the tracks of the polar car. Behind him, Ning Jing also arrived, and everyone stopped the car and looked ahead.
Not far ahead, a massive canyon that tore through the earth appeared in their sight, stretching endlessly.
The howling cold wind formed a vortex airflow over the canyon, with bits of white snowflakes swirling continuously.