The ground was covered with the corpses of weasels, which were piled up in layers, looking extremely tragic.
Everyone stood still, not daring to act rashly. They had no idea what had happened earlier.
Daoist priest song released his divine sense to investigate for a moment. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said, "
"I'm fine now." His tone was grave. the weasels have all died out.
At this point, he took a step forward.
Stepping on the transparent ice, the cloth soles of his shoes made a soft sound when they came into contact with the cold ice and snow.
"Who helped?" "Could it be that old friend from back then?" he mumbled to himself.
With his cultivation, he could already sense that there was no danger here.
The power of the ice was extremely overbearing, and the yin Qi that filled the air was somewhat dispersed.
