After suffering heavy losses, the numerous experts of the Divine Intent Sect huddled together, joining forces to resist the incredibly bizarre snowstorm.
"Li'er!" Yin Tianxiao watched, aghast, as Yin Zongli was frozen into an ice sculpture, which then shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the ground. He roared to the heavens and rushed to where Yin Zongli's fragmented body lay, gathering the shards of ice. His anguished cries shook the heavens.
Yin Zongli was his only son, the future heir to the entire Yin Family. He hadn't died in the great war, yet, unexpectedly, he was killed by this peculiar snowstorm.
Shentu Yan frowned. At the same moment, a few snowflakes landed on him, carrying a terrifying chill that threatened to invade his body.
"Scram!" With Shentu Yan's furious roar, the True Qi within him suddenly erupted. Streaks of electric current flashed across the surface of his body, and the terrifying chill was instantly and completely dispelled.
