Yang Zhen was suddenly crashed into by a ferocious creature, leaving him utterly disoriented. The problem was that he hadn't yet discovered what exactly it was.
He hadn't even gotten a clear look at what the opponent looked like. How was he supposed to cope with this?
The surroundings were pitch-black, and this was the first time Yang Zhen felt somewhat at a loss. The feeling of being powerful yet unable to exert that power made Yang Zhen want to curse.
Having strength but being unable to use it, that feeling of frustration was incredibly distressing.
However, not all was negative from the collision, at least the thick layer of ice that clung to him shattered upon impact.
Under intense pain, Yang Zhen took a deep breath and released all his spiritual consciousness. It didn't take long before he caught a glimpse of a swiftly moving figure.
