Stepping Up Is Not My Cup Chapter 497

Under the gloomy sky, heavy snow fell like silver ghosts, silently falling in the silent forest.

The low clouds were cut by an invisible sword and became intermittent as the clouds flowed.

The top of the mountain in the primeval forest was in a mess.

Rocks collapsed, trees fell, and the snow was trampled beyond recognition. The figures of the two giants were blurred in the wind and snow, and only their angry eyes and violent movements could be seen.

The air around them was frozen, and the only sound left was the sound of the wind and snow and the roar of the giants. This primeval forest, once peaceful and tranquil, had now become desolate and dilapidated because of this battle.