People looked up to the sky one after another, only to see huge meteors falling from afar.
"This is bad, it's a meteor shower, we have to get out of here!"
At that moment, the three people from the Ice and Snow Temple hastily spoke up.
No sooner had they finished speaking than they felt a piercing pain in their soles, and looking down, they saw their legs frozen by ice crystals.
"The power of this ice crystal is too strong!" the three exclaimed in horror.
Just then, a massive iceberg came crashing down directly on their heads.
"Bang!"
The three were smashed into mush.
Wu Xia narrowed his eyes at the sight, and at that moment, he noticed a familiar figure.
This figure held a black long spear in his hand, which emitted a dark luminescence, and the tip of the spear kept spewing cold air, looking very sinister.
"It's a Dark Holy Object!"
Wu Xia recognized it.
"A Dark Holy Object?"
