An avalanche, a massive snowslide that blotted out the sky, erupted above Jiang Fan and his companions.
Snow chunks rained down like hailstones, plummeting directly towards Jiang Fan and the others. Interspersed within the snow were razor-sharp ice shards. A single misstep could result in impalement or being crushed to smithereens by colossal blocks of snow. The thunderous roar of the avalanche sent the animals in the distant woods into a frenzy of terror, leaving them trembling. The fainter-hearted creatures had already collapsed to the ground.
The avalanche originated from the highest peak of the snow-capped mountains. The sheer cliffs of the peak pierced the sky, reaching into the clouds, with even the lofty, drifting clouds merely floating at its base. The destructive power of an avalanche occurring at such an altitude was unimaginable.
As the saying goes, the Yellow River's waters descend from the heavens, surging to the sea and never returning. At this moment, Jiang Fan's group profoundly experienced the thunderous torrent and the majestic momentum of water descending from the sky. From the cloud-level height, countless snow blocks, mingled together, cascaded downwards. The midday sun was no longer visible; the overwhelming flood of snow blocks obscured it, and howling winds raged furiously, whipping up a chaotic, disorienting tempest. The entire mountain seemed poised to erupt, shaking the earth violently. The sheer force of this avalanche surpassed that of erupting volcanic lava, proving far more terrifying!
"Run!" Jiang Fan bellowed. There was no time to organize their formation. Jiang Fan drew his small knife and swiftly severed the ropes connecting everyone. They scattered to save themselves. Zhou Niannian instinctively stayed with Jiang Fan, while Yao and Dai Xiaomei fled in another direction. Panda, covering its head, desperately scrambled behind Jiang Fan, perfectly embodying the image of a cornered rat.
In the livestream, the viewers roared with alarm. A poet once described a snow mountain as a solitary wanderer, whose loneliness, in the harsh environment, accumulated year after year, piling higher and higher. When loneliness surpassed the limit of emotional endurance, the world began to collapse, resulting in an avalanche! An avalanche that seemed to swallow the entire world whole! After hearing this poem, the viewers found the concept of an avalanche rather romantic. At this moment, they finally understood one thing: the poet had never actually witnessed an avalanche! Anyone who had experienced a breakup would not be able to write a poem about it in such exquisite verse. Similarly, anyone who had experienced an avalanche could not possibly describe such a hellish scene so beautifully.
The onlookers were also fleeing at high speed, continuously firing death rays to melt the snow blocks above, but it was like a drop in the ocean. It was thanks to the onlookers' self-preservation efforts that the pace of the avalanche was somewhat slowed; otherwise, Jiang Fan and his group would have already been buried alive. The viewers, vicariously experiencing the scene through the onlookers' perspectives, felt as though the overwhelming avalanche was crashing down upon them. This was far more terrifying than any naked-eye 3D experience.
The livestream descended into utter chaos. "Run, hurry and run!" "My god, it's all dark, so terrifying!" "Professor Zhang, quickly analyze for us, how fast do we need to run to escape the avalanche!" "What's there to analyze? Just run faster than the avalanche, that's all." The bullet comments were a jumbled mess, all asking how to escape this avalanche. But as Professor Zhang had said, humans could never outrun an avalanche. Jiang Fan and his group ran desperately in front, with the surging snow rolling behind them like a white dragon with bared fangs and claws, furiously pursuing them. The scope of the avalanche was immense and had triggered a chain reaction; the entire snow mountain began to avalanche. Jiang Fan and his group, trapped in the mountains, were like the Monkey King in the palm of Buddha's hand. Unless they could travel a hundred thousand miles in an instant and fly out of the mountain, no matter where they fled, they could not escape the avalanche's pursuit. In front of this mad, white dragon, the few individuals were as insignificant as ants.
The onlookers, also wishing they had been born with more powerful legs, ran alongside Jiang Fan and the others, continuously firing death rays backward. These death rays, capable of piercing interstellar spacecraft, only managed to melt tiny portions of the white dragon. Jiang Fan and his companions ran with all their might. Zhou Niannian and Dai Xiaomei had never run so fast in their lives. Consider this: the onlookers were flying, yet they were able to keep pace with the onlookers, which spoke volumes about their speed. But it was in vain; they still couldn't outrun the avalanche.
"Run! Run!" Jiang Fan dragged Zhou Niannian, almost rolling and dragging her along as he ran with all his strength. "It's no use, Jiang Fan, leave me and run by yourself!" Zhou Niannian wailed. She too realized that escape was impossible this time. Jiang Fan's heart sank with despair. He was no immortal; with the entire snow mountain collapsing, unless they could run out of the mountain, any escape would be futile. They had taken a full day to ascend the mountain; how could they possibly run out of it in an instant? Now, they were merely running on instinct, driven by their survival drive.
Finally, Dai Xiaomei's strength gave out, and she was the first to fall behind, letting out a scream as she tumbled in the snow, rolling several times. "Help me!" Dai Xiaomei cried out in despair. Zhou Niannian turned back to pull Dai Xiaomei, but not only did she fail to pull her up, she herself slipped and fell to the ground. Jiang Fan and Yao rushed to help the two women up. In these fleeting moments, the white dragon had leaped above them, and countless snow blocks were furiously attacking them from all directions.
From the onlookers' perspective, the viewers watched Jiang Fan's team tumble in the snow, eventually losing their ability to resist, and being buried by the snow. The next second, the onlookers themselves could not escape this disaster and were buried by the avalanche. The viewers saw a blur of red and white; the white was the avalanche, and the red was the onlookers desperately firing death rays. Then, all the livestream cameras went black!
In the livestream, a deathly silence ensued. "......" "It's over, it's all over, even gods can't save them now." "They're really dead, aren't they? Jiang Shen will surely turn misfortune into fortune, right?" "Turn misfortune into fortune my foot, buried by an avalanche, even with immediate rescue, they'd either be crushed to death or frozen. Besides, there's no rescue. This is a slim chance of survival." "Sister!!!" The most heart-wrenching cries came from Zhou Niannian's younger brother, Zhou Ye. He looked at the black screen, tears streaming down his face. If it were possible, he would have crossed over immediately to rescue Zhou Niannian. "Zhou Ye, calm down, the dead cannot be resurrected..." Seeing Zhou Ye's red eyes and his fierce gaze, he quickly corrected himself. "No, no, I mean, they still have hope. You calm down." Lin Yang had also lost his usual lazy and composed demeanor. He hugged Zhou Ye from behind, desperately trying to comfort him. At this moment, everyone in the livestream shared one thought. That was. Everything was over.