"Not easy? If it's not easy, it won't be abandoned?
The difference between the Ancient Race and the Demon Race is that the Demon Race eats humans, while the Ancient Race doesn't, that's it."
The two exchanged complaints.
But there was no way.
The heavy snow blocked all roads, and they couldn't go anywhere.
At that moment, the female cultivator suddenly lifted her eyes, focused her gaze into the distance, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.
The male cultivator was startled, quickly turned his head, also showing delight.
On the snow-laden sky, a flying sword was approaching, with a female cultivator in silver robes, beautiful and graceful, evidently skilled at "Water Spell", managing to part the snow in such a harsh Tumor Realm.
This technique, if outside, could part the sea for several thousand feet with a single gesture.
It must be said, those skilled in "Water Spell" hold an advantage in the Tumor Realm.
