Snowfall descends from the heavens!
Amidst the vast expanse of Ziwei Mountain, the seasonal cycle seemed to reverse in this moment. Though it was the cusp between spring and summer, snowflakes danced down from the sky.
"Have you already reached the stage where your Saint King Map can control the seasons?"
"Not quite there yet, but it's more than enough to deal with you."
Cold gleams descended from the sky, darkened the heavens, obscured the Netherworld, as flurries of snow seemed to shield the world outside Ziwei Mountain, coalescing around Chen Zhaosheng into a set of magnificent battle armor.
"Frost Armor?" Fang Cun sneered at the sight, "I thought you'd mastered the power of Seasonal Rotation. Who would've thought it's merely a power of frost? How dare you challenge me like this?"
