Over the area, glaciers and ice caps were everywhere. An ice sculpture stood on the ice plain with a person sitting inside. He had a weathered face and a black flame-shaped pattern was imprinted between his eyebrows. At that moment, the ice on his body was melting. Cold air rose and water droplets slid down his face.
Jiang Changsheng's consciousness stared at him from the sky, watching him constantly offset the chill of the Eternal Cold Wave.
An hour later.
This person had completely removed the ice on his body. His green robe fluttered with the cold wind, and his dry hair swayed like flames.
He slowly opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air. His eyes were filled with a cold glint.
"What a domineering power of extreme cold. It seems like the top echelons of the Divine Martial Realm have taken action…"
The green-robed man muttered to himself with a sharp gaze. He slowly stood up and flew into the sky before opening his arms.
