Now, Tang Zhong understood everything. The source of the sound that triggered the avalanche was them.
"Dammit!" Tang Zhong clenched his fists.
There was no time for kungfu now, getting the White Tiger Team out was the priority.
"Ah!" Cries of agony continued to reach their ears.
From a team of over a dozen, three had already perished here, either crushed into a pulp or impaled by the Bing Leng that pierced through the Heavenly Spirit Cover and protruded from beneath the jaw.
Tang Zhong dared not linger; with the Tang Sword in hand, he began to rescue people.
A huge snowball was about to crash down on someone.
The person had given up on fighting back, quietly waiting for death.
Just at that moment, Tang Zhong brought his sword down, cleaving the snowball in two.
The person, seeing this, was stunned, having thought they would die but now miraculously alive.
"Move!" Tang Zhong shouted to them.
He then continued to rescue others with the Tang Sword in hand.
