Whoosh!
An even stronger frigid wind swept through, like ten thousand miles of flying snow, turning everything to silver; the gales as if bladed, threatened to extinguish the grand sun that rose in Chen Dengming's spirit, like a flickering lamp.
At that moment, the howling wind and the trembling twinkle of the stars seemed to freeze.
Chen Dengming's soul world seemed on the verge of being frozen as well.
The myriad chills were like thousands of cold snakes wrapping around his body, intent on stripping away the vitality of his soul world.
This was the aura of the dead, robbing the living of their life force.
At the same time, the phantom visage of a Mystical Flower appeared within Chen Dengming's soul world.
Suddenly, Chen Dengming felt as though his mental strength had fallen into a funnel, crazily leaking towards a distant shore beyond his understanding.
Boom!
Simultaneously, the phantom of the Mystical Flower wildly swelled in size.
