"Huff… huff…"
In the deep ravine, the cold wind howled.
Cold!
A cold that penetrated to the marrow!
Qin Qing moved his eyes.
At this moment, he felt that of his entire body, only his eyes were able to move.
Gong Yanghe beside him was not faring much better.
Both of them had frozen into ice sculptures.
Crack... crack...
Both of them simultaneously cycled the spiritual power within their bodies.
Qin Qing strained to raise his hand, kick his legs, and finally, there was a sound of cracking in the ice covering his body.
A moment later.
With a loud blast.
All the ice on his body shattered.
Gong Yanghe also broke free from the shackles of the ice.
Both of them exchanged glances, filled with retrospective fear.
It was lucky they were at a considerable distance; otherwise, they would have truly become ice sculptures.
At this moment, the entire ravine, as far as the eye could see, was covered in ice.
