Upon entering the Sword Cave, a biting cold wind hit him face on, enshrouded with threads of bone-chilling Sword Intent that made one's muscles and bones feel icy cold.
The surrounding cold stones were piled up, reflecting faint light and shadows,
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but sharpen his focus and hold his breath, carefully moving forward.
The deeper he went, the thicker the cold air became, feeling as though thousands of tiny needles were lightly pricking his skin, bringing with it a slight itching sensation.
Although confident in the strength of the Taoist River Map's Five Tao Bodies, even a master of Sword Dao like Ran Qingchen had not managed to pass through, showing the substantial strength of the Sword Zombie. Jiang Shouzhong dared not take it lightly and gripped the Spirit Water Sword tightly in his hand.
He remembered Ran Qingchen's advice to stick close to the cave walls as much as possible.
Soon, a blurry figure appeared ahead.
Here it came!
