Amidst the snowy plains, the wind and snow intertwined, the temperature was extremely low, and the world was a vast expanse of whiteness. Rarely did young supremes venture here.
But at this moment, a chase was breaking out in the snowy plains.
The black-cloaked young man, realizing he was in a predicament, gritted his teeth and threw the imperial sword at Xiao Ye from his space ring.
Xiao Ye was riding on the back of a flying fierce beast, flying swiftly, while a sharp sword light flew towards him, attracting a group of young supremes who scrambled for it.
"This is another imperial sword!"
Xiao Ye was shaken, staring intently at the imperial sword flying towards him.
The flying fierce beast beneath him was already fast, and coupled with the speed of this imperial sword, it reached him in an instant, and he caught it directly in his hand.
