Northern Region, Frostfall Mountain Range.
This place seemed like a corner abandoned by heaven and earth.
The sky was perpetually shrouded in heavy, leaden-gray clouds. Ash-black snowflakes as large as goose feathers drifted down without end, yet they were not white, but stained with a bleak, chilling hue that seemed capable of freezing the soul.
The frigid wind was like blades, sweeping up ice crystals with a shriek like wailing ghosts.
The mountain range rose and fell in endless succession, entirely blanketed by thick, faintly blue-glowing solid ice, devoid of even the slightest trace of life.
Only scattered, grotesquely shaped frozen corpses resembling ice sculptures, seemingly caught in moments of agony, silently spoke of this place's desolation and terror.
The air was thick with dense, pure yet evil icy Demonic Qi. An ordinary expert who inhaled even a breath of it would likely have their blood congeal, Spiritual Power freeze, and soul stiffen in an instant.
This place had already completely become the fringe of the Cold Marrow Demon General's Eternal Frozen Demon Domain.
Lin Langtian led Zhao Xuanfeng through the blizzard and jagged ice peaks like two ghosts, moving without a sound.
Zhao Xuanfeng wrapped himself tightly in the thin Mysterious Yellow Light Shield that Lin Langtian had casually cast, yet he could still feel the piercing cold constantly trying to seep through. His face had turned blue, and he relied entirely on his determination to avenge his sect to hold on.
He carefully identified their direction and pointed toward an area deep within the mountain range where the terrain was especially complex and the icy Demonic Qi was at its densest.
"Senior, it should be near that Thousand Blade Ice Valley ahead... The Demonic Qi here is several times denser and more solid than when I passed through