Watching the purple-black frost getting closer, Yang Xiaotian's face turned pale.
He knew that the Thousand Buddha Divine Fire was utterly incapable of suppressing the purple-black frost. Once engulfed by it, his fate would likely be the same as those frozen sect experts.
In that moment, Yang Xiaotian let out a cry, and two Divine Elixir Golden Cores flew out.
The radiance of the two Divine Elixir Golden Cores illuminated the layered space, even lighting up the pursuing purple-black frost.
Heaven and Earth trembled.
Under the influence of the two Divine Elixir Golden Cores, the speed of the purple-black frost slowed down.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaotian activated the Primordial Dragon Art with all his might, his body covered in dragon scales, and the True Dragon Wings unfolding on his back. In a single spread, he turned into a phantom, piercing through the dense Purple Cold Aura.
In his desperate effort, he finally managed to distance himself from the purple-black frost behind him.