The Heir of Hell Blade Field
Éditeur: Larbre Studio
It was snowing and the weather was cold. It was so cold that the space was being frozen.
Cold Qi gushed out of a canyon that was ten feet wide, changing the weather and rules of heaven and earth around it.
The closer a saint got to the canyon, the colder he would feel as if his veins were about to freeze.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the thick ice wall at the canyon.
The Nine-headed Blue Bird and Bu Ji weren't intimidated at all. They used their saint soul domains to protect their bodies, and then, they rushed toward the canyon.
"Wait!" Zhang Ruochen yelled.
The bird and the person who had already entered the canyon both stopped. Bu Ji said in a rush, "Why wait? If we don't hurry up, those monks from Hell Blade Field will get all the good things."
Zhang Ruochen walked to the ice wall.