Bang! Bang!
Amid deafening blasts, the surrounding snow mountains seemed to have been set ablaze, beginning to boil violently.
The frigid air instantly steamed into dense white mist.
Like surging waves, the mist rapidly spread, tightly enveloping the entire fleet of Flying Ships.
The Flying Ships flickered in and out of view within the white mist. As the temperature plummeted, the mist swiftly condensed into frost.
Frost coated the surfaces of the Flying Ships.
Faced with this sudden upheaval, the cultivators aboard the Flying Ships could no longer afford to hold anything back, unleashing their signature techniques one after another.
Seeing the situation spiraling further out of control, Ling Xuanxiao could not help frowning as he considered a way out.
Beneath the snow mountains, figures stared fixedly at the fleet of Flying Ships.
Clearly, they had prepared for this ambush for a long time.
"Attacking a fleet like this—it's our first time doing something this big."
Watching the scene, the White Ape Leader of the snow mountains sighed with emotion.
"We have you to thank for this."
A young man stood beside the White Ape Leader, looking rather out of place.
Among a group of Spirit Monsters, there was actually a human cultivator.
Moreover, this human cultivator appeared to hold no low position within the tribe.
One had to know that the Spirit Monsters of the snow mountains had always been extremely hostile toward humans.
Seeing such a sight was truly strange.
The young man smiled faintly.
The White Ape Leader continued praising him. "As expected of a Shushan Disciple. You're different from rough fellows like us."
Upon hearing the words "Shushan Disciple," the young man's expression shifted slightly.
The White Ape Leader had encountered him thirty years ago.
At the time, he had been carrying out a mission