Yang Gang finished speaking and left.
He returned to the deep mountains once more, and began practicing his archery.
Two hours later, Yang Gang laid on his back in the snow, a serious expression on his face. "It won't work, it's just not going to work. The 'Land of Fallen' is opening in a few days, and even though my Ice Control Skills have improved greatly, my spiritual power limits me. Even if I perfected my Ice Control Skills, I still wouldn't be able to compete with powerhouses like Li Qing. No, not even Zhao Long for that matter. I only managed to kill Zhao Long last time because he was already seriously injured and completely lost his combat ability. In terms of true strength, I likely wouldn't stand a chance. The likelihood of me surviving in the 'Land of Fallen' with my current strength is probably less than one in a thousand."
