Xu Qing's voice had just fallen.
The ground of the Emperor Palace suddenly cracked with web-like patterns, and a bone-chilling cold burst forth from within.
Before Xu Qing and the slender black Divine Dog could react, they were swept into a dark vortex by an invisible force. When the light once again enveloped their vision, the howling cold wind scraped like thousands of icy blades across their cheeks, and the sky filled with snow poured down like a shattered galaxy, turning the entire space into a chaotic white purgatory.
Large snowflakes as dense as a heavy rain, each imbued with bone-chilling Netherworld coldness.
Xu Qing circulated his mana around his body, and ice crystals instantly formed on the surface of his Daoist Robe, yet he could still feel coldness seeping into his bones through his pores. The three heads of the slender black Divine Dog whimpered simultaneously, ice spikes quickly forming under its paws, and a layer of white frost covered its black fur.
