What was he supposed to do? He could not go to Cang Yunxin's place, or he would only die faster... Ding Xiang decided he had better seek out the only life-saving straw, Yue Qianchou. In a panic, he shot into the sky, intending to evade the Snow Sculptures that had already caught up by flying high overhead. The two black ice-armored warriors seemed to have no intention of taking his life at all. They let him flee, then flashed back to the young girl's side to protect her.
Yet this time, Ding Xiang had nowhere to run. Reaching Yue Qianchou was harder than climbing to heaven. Over a thousand Snow Sculptures had already cast their net and waited for him, swooping down in an instant and swarming him. "Ah! Yue Qianchou, save me!" Ding Xiang cried miserably under the beating, directly beaten to the ground by the flock of Snow Sculptures not far from where he had first been surrounded.
By now, Ding Xiang's cultivation had been exhausted. He could no longer knock them back one by one with a palm strike as he had at the beginning. He truly could not hold on any longer and had no strength left to resist. So he simply resigned himself to fate, closed his eyes, and stood there at heaven's mercy.
Yet strangely, once he stopped resisting, the Snow Sculptures stopped attacking as well. Several dozen spread their wings and crowded around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. The other Snow Sculptures opened their beaks toward the Ding Xiang bundled into a ball and sprayed out dense, frigid white mist. In an instant, icy white fog spread everywhere, while Snow Sculptures continuously flew up and descended within it.
Once the flock of Snow Sculptures ceased flapping in midair, the white fog