"Haixiang, grab on!"

A companion saw Zhang Haixiang about to fall and knew there was no time to wait. He hurriedly extended his ice axe, hoping Zhang Haixiang would catch it.

At this moment, Zhang Haixiang's heart had already sunk halfway. Just as he reached out to grab the ice axe, he heard a crisp crack from beneath his feet—the sound of the glacier breaking.

Zhang Haixiang was shocked, his heart sinking to the bottom. He forced a bitter smile; holding onto the ice axe would only drag his companion down, and even the remaining two leaders might not be spared.