Zhang Zi looked to Li Xuanxiao as though asking for help.
Li Xuanxiao had already deployed his movement technique, spiritual light flowing through his palm.
As he reached for the milky-white little snake, long, slender chains immediately surged from his palm.
But the milky-white little snake was incredibly fast.
Half its body was ensnared, yet it immediately severed that half and fled at high speed.
Li Xuanxiao held the snake's severed half in his hand and examined it carefully with his Dharma Eye.
He took a bottle from his pocket, poured out a medicinal pill, and sealed Zhang Zi's chest with silver needles.
Only then did he place the milky-white snake's severed half into his medicine bottle.
After Zhang Zi swallowed the pill, she soon felt much better inside and cast Li Xuanxiao a grateful glance.
At the same time, Li Xuanxiao sensed the dark looks from Zhou Xiaodian and Wang Hu.
The five continued onward and soon discovered another corpse lying on the ground.
Wang Hu, who was at the front, stopped. After a brief inspection, he said:
"It was killed by someone, not by the cold of this place."
After saying that, Wang Hu glanced back at the others.
It was as though he were saying that his idea of traveling in a group had been correct; people had already begun hunting lone cultivators.
They had not gone much farther.
When the five suddenly stopped, they saw a group of cultivators ahead hunting down two other cultivators.
The blood of those two cultivators flowed out and was instantly frozen by the ice and snow.
Once their bodies lost their spiritual energy, they could no longer withstand the cold.
It was a temporary squad of seven cultivators. They stood not far away, staring viciously at the five.
But seeing