Two breaths later, an immense ice glacier basin clearly appeared in Zhao Sheng's eyes, the edges of the basin lined with steep ice peaks rising high like spears piercing the Heavenly Vault.
At this moment, in the Upper Sky above the basin, seven or eight dragon tornadoes, each a tens of thousands of feet high, were sweeping up the sky full of ice and snow, slowly converging toward the center.
The fierce cold wind howled, as sharp as knife cuts and sword slashes, and the ancient ice on the ground, which had never melted, was scraped up layer by layer.
Zhao Sheng instantly landed on top of an ice peak and saw a stream of blue tunneling light hotly besieged within the tornadoes, constantly ascending to the sky and burrowing into the ground, darting around as if to dodge attacks or as if waiting for some opportunity.
