The night was as dark as ink.
The cold wind howled, and the snowstorm swept across the world.
Rumble——
A booming sound echoed through the heavens in the cold wind.
Accompanied by the deafening roar, the wind and snow were instantly torn apart.
Amidst the howling, that figure sped past mountains and rivers.
Only the torn wind and snow proved he had once been here.
At this moment, Jiang Ning was sprinting at full speed, roaming freely between heaven and earth, feeling indescribably elated.
He could feel that the power within him was continuously flowing, almost inexhaustible.
After sprinting at full speed for more than two hours, he still didn't feel the slightest fatigue, his strength remained abundant, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were still full.
"Nine blood exchanges, Martial Arts Mythology, how profound its effects are!"
He rejoiced inwardly.
