Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 951 - 706

Chapter 951: Chapter 706

After passing through the canyon, Roger could distinctly feel the temperature around him dropping.

In this simple world, there seemed only one rule, which was coldness.

He attempted to activate the Igni Dharma Seal, and flames spouted from his palm, but not only was the power much smaller, even the flames that spewed out had no apparent temperature.

It seemed to be nothing more than an illusion.

"Don’t bother trying, I told you this is an insulated place for the Natural Flame."

"Here, we can only rely on our own bodies. Remember, no matter what happens, your internal belief must never waver."

"In such an environment, your emotions are the flame, the only proof that you still have warmth." Jora advised.

Obviously, a lot had changed since the last time she came here; even with her current strength, it was fraught with danger.

Roger hadn’t reached the Fifth Tier, lacking the protection of Vitality, his journey would be much more difficult than hers.

"Where is the lake you mentioned?"

The two pressed forward against the wind and snow, quickly becoming covered by a thick layer of white.

"Last time was a fluke—this environment has changed greatly. We might need to find it anew, but don’t worry."

Jora pointed towards a nearby thicket.

"These ice trees contain varying amounts of Life Essence; I think where all the tiny threads converge is our destination."

As she spoke, the mist from Jora’s breath grew fainter, indicating that her body temperature was sharply dropping, aligning with the outside.

The two slowly approached the woods, one behind the other.

The scenery before them was truly breathtaking.

Sky and earth shared the same color, the ground smooth as a mirror, and the unknown light source reflected dazzling colors on the ice crystals.

The branches extended, but as Roger and Jora approached, the leaves rustled with an ear-piercing friction sound.

The air suddenly ceased to flow, as if everything in the world froze in an instant.

"Watch out!"

Roger stepped forward, standing side by side with Jora, but after waiting a while, everything before them remained in an eerie stillness, with no surprises occurring nearby.

Slowly, Roger could feel his body losing temperature. Approaching the Fifth Tier, combined with the enhancement of the Quinn Sword Seal, Roger’s physique had reached the current limit.

Comparatively, Jora’s condition was much better than his.

A little impatient, Jora took the initiative to step into the woods.

Like a stone dropped into a calm lake.

In an instant, the wind howled, and the leaves on the trees fell off instantly.

Some leaves, sharp as knives, were swept by the wind, overwhelming and attacking the two!

This change was so sudden, from extreme stillness to extreme motion, giving them no chance to react.

In the extreme cold, not only did the body become sluggish, but the spirit was also disturbed.

Roger shielded himself with Black Moon on his chest. At this point, he had no time to think, reacting entirely based on the changes in the surrounding space.

He tugged and pulled, causing some leaves to whirl into a cluster, and those that came too close were flicked away by Black Moon.

Roger initially thought Jora’s flames would be useless and she would be in a tough spot, but her wrists intertwined, and she held up a half-man-high tower shield before her.

"Get behind me, and we’ll break through together!"

The two of them seemed to stand at the center of a storm, and this was only the beginning, as in the deeper parts of the woods, a more violent force was gathering.

At this time, Roger naturally wouldn’t act recklessly. He sidestepped half a step, crouching behind Jora. To prevent them from getting separated during the dash, he extended his left arm, wrapping it around Jora’s waist.

There was a slight stiffness for a moment, but in the next second, Jora charged forward.

Boom!

Jora’s shield could only block ahead, forcing Roger to handle the attacks from the sides while advancing.

The surrounding attacks were so dense that Roger split his focus, proactively shouldering most of the side assaults for Jora.

Initially, he could still feel the cold, but later there was only mechanical repetition. Soon, the biting cold vanished, and his body became numb.

It even gave the illusion of warmth.

"Your body is freezing!"

Jora loudly reminded him, "Remember what I said, no matter what, you cannot extinguish the flame in your heart!"

Jora reminded Roger while advancing.

Roger opened his mouth, but his tongue felt stiff, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Here, time seemed to lose its meaning. Unaware of how much time had passed, the violent pressure subsided, and without realizing it, they broke through the area covered by the woods.

Jora’s legs were bloody, but as soon as the attacks ceased, a green glow flashed, and her wounds healed almost instantly.

"Astounding recovery."

Roger thought, looking back at the woods. Not far away, the woods returned to normal, picturesque as if the previous chaos was merely an illusion.

"We finally broke out of that cursed place..."

Roger sighed, but his eyes soon passed through the woods and saw the dark rift in the distance.

"Strange, did we only cross such a short distance just now?"

Time is a relative concept, and during suffering, it appears extended, but Roger was not an ordinary person, and he clearly understood that nothing was wrong with his perception.

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