C182 Infinite Crisis at Hand

The wind in the mountain was very strong and cold. The leaves that had been on the ground for a long time were blown up by the wind, forming a whirlpool and dispersing into different parts of the mountain.

There was no sound when he stepped on it. It was as if he was stepping on a thick blanket.

Occasionally, there would be a few rocks protruding from the dead branches and rotten leaves