A blizzard was raging in this space. It was a pure and flawless snow-white no matter which corner it was.
However, it was in this snow-white area… that it was filled with a bloody battle intent!
All the disciples and elders of Snowdrift Sect, including the Sect Master, would rather die than submit!
Three "battles", each one hoarse, each one unyielding, each one filled with killing intent!
The Snowdrift Sect Sect Master smiled hearing this.
Even though the Snowdrift Sect was the least experienced and had the most mediocre foundation among the four major factions, none of their disciples and elders were cowards.
This was the most important thing in a sect!
Be it the Ice God Temple, the Extreme Ice Hell, or the Ice River Valley, or perhaps it was the individual cultivators below the ice mountain. Even though they felt pity for the imminent destruction of Snowdrift Sect, they could not help but feel a sense of reverence.
