The wailing sound of the cold wind was like the weeping of ghosts and deities, enveloped in a blizzard, crashing down from the night sky like a cascade of white waterfalls.
Amidst the violent wind, within the snowy cascade, two figures clashed like lightning tearing through the darkness, with a seven-colored flying sword shooting like lightning, colliding with the black and white light, causing vast amounts of ice and snow to surge turbulently!
Helian ZhaoYu indeed had solid self-confidence and had achieved mastery in comprehending the Immortal Control Scripture. As avalanches roared across the snowfields, he went with the flow, his seven-colored flying sword carrying the white torrents as if mobilizing the power of the entire mountain range.
Even from a distance, all spectators could clearly feel the suffocating oppressive force.
Right before their eyes, the white snow tide roared past, wrapped in cold, showering down with numerous snow particles.
