Infiltrating the Ice Crevice for Rescue

After falling about a hundred zhang, the crevice suddenly widened.

The ice walls on both sides receded, and the space abruptly opened up.

This was a naturally formed ice cavern, several zhang across. Its roof was an arched dome of ice, its floor a flat layer of ice, and several cracks in the walls led to even deeper places.

In one corner of the ice cavern, two people sat propped against the ice wall.

Shui Yuntian sat on the left, her back against the ice wall, her face pale and her lips purple. There was a deep wound on her left arm. The blood had already clotted, but the skin around it had turned black, clearly eroded by the power of ice.

Her martial soul, the Condensing Water Qing Luan, hovered behind her, its light dim and weak, as if on its last breath. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was faint, though still relatively steady.

Feng Wuhen lay beside her, and his condition was far worse. His right leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, obviously broken. There was a deep claw mark across his chest, stretching from his collarbone all the way down to his abdomen. His flesh had curled open, and his blood had frozen into black scabs.

His face was deathly pale, his lips purple, and his breathing was barely there. His entire body had fallen into a deep coma.

His martial soul, the Swift Wind Demon Wolf, had already withdrawn into his body. Only a faint soul power fluctuation remained, proving that he was still alive.

Xiao Yun landed on the floor of the ice cavern, and the sound of his footsteps startled Shui Yuntian.

Her eyes snapped open. Her martial soul, the Condensing Water Qing Luan, erupted in an instant, ice-blue light exploding