In this frigid snowy night, they fear not the cold. They roar to the heavens, their spirits brimming with fervor.,A palpable aura of power emanated from Gu Jingze, surging towards the heavens like an erupting volcano. It seemed to fill the entire space, simultaneously accompanied by a bone-chilling cold that froze one to the core, making it almost impossible to breathe.,Gu Jingze remained silent, staring blankly at the night sky. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking, and his nails had dug deep into his flesh.。