Leaving behind a “Fireball”, the Devil Dragon’s huge body flew towards the snow mountain in front of it.
The snow mountain was connected to more than ten mountains. As it flew closer, a gust of cold air rushed over.
Meng Xingchen sat beside Meng Jingtian. On his little wife’s back, he directed the direction.
As expected, very soon, a few small figures appeared in front of them.
A group of more than ten people were elegantly riding on carriages carved with dragons and phoenixes. The light gauze fluttered in the cold wind, bringing with it the fluttering snowflakes. It was an extremely beautiful sight.
The carriage flew by itself. Four maidservants in white dresses and light gauze stood by the side. Some carried lanterns, while others carried swords..
In the distance, seven to eight youths and youths were carrying an ice coffin with them. One could vaguely see a tall figure within the transparent ice coffin.
