The aura of death hung constantly over the mystic realm.
Even the skies were not safe.
Ye Qingtang could see from afar, the shining "stars" in the sky in front of her. These lights were all gathered in one spot and were shining incessantly.
A sense of foreboding rose in her throat. She quickly hugged the little white tiger and swerved toward the iceberg below her feet. She found a cave and quickly hid inside.
But in the next instant, a huge shadow passed over her head. Ye Qingtang looked up quietly and saw an ice phoenix over 100 meters wide flying above her. The ice phoenix was covered in icy blue flames which fell like rain over them as it passed by.
But before she could even blink, the entire iceberg had been covered in ice-fire!
The ice-fire conveyed not a shred of warmth and only made their surroundings even colder.
