The vanguard dismembered the bodies of the yeti. 0

Since the North Sea was a place where one had to survive off the land, each warrior’s butchery skills were exceptional.0

After removing the fur and inedible parts, they stored the rest of the meat in their luggage.0

In addition, they buried the dead and prayed for their souls.0

Despite all their efforts, more than forty people had died. The yeti had been stronger than expected, and there was nothing they could do.0

Still, they had to take comfort in the fact that the casualties were small compared to the enemy.0

“Are we just going to bury them and end it without a funeral?” Luo Xiaoyue asked. Her forlorn eyes turned to the warriors of the Ice Palace buried in the snow.0

“Is there a problem?” Hawar tilted her head and asked in return.0

“No.”0

Luo Xiaoyue shook her head with a bitter smile.0

As expected, even if they belong to the murim, their culture is different.0

There was a reason why there were so few people in the North Sea. This land of extreme cold was called the Land of Death, and it took dozens of lives every day. 0

Death was a familiar thing.0

In the Central Plains, they cremated or buried people deep underground because of the smell of rotting corpses, corpse poisoning, and other...0