During Jiang Hao's coma, time passed second by second. The great cold wave finally came to an end. As if knowing its mission was complete, the Dragon Turtle Baxia rapidly shrank, finally turning into a Little Dragon Turtle that plunged headfirst into the snow-covered Qinling Mountains and sank into Jiang Hao's soul.
The earth was a vast expanse of white.
Everywhere was a world of ice and snow.
Because Z Country had not been directly hit by the great cold wave, although the surrounding temperature had dropped by another dozen degrees to more than forty below zero, the lack of that sudden plunge meant its losses were far smaller than elsewhere.
At that moment, protected by the Sword Wings, Jiang Hao was curled beneath thick snow, completely sunk in slumber.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Hao slowly woke. His head felt stuffed and painful, and his mind was hazy. It took him quite a while to figure out his current situation. He had activated the formation and summoned Emperor Qin Guan. This time, his soul had been injured again.
And the injury was extremely severe, far worse than last time.
His head was heavy and dizzy. Chaotic thoughts occasionally flashed through his mind, or he would suddenly blank out. Jiang Hao gave a bitter smile. Was this schizophrenia? Luckily, his primary soul could still maintain normal thought. Otherwise, he really would have become insane.
He should still be in the Qinling Mountains. After falling unconscious, he must have burrowed into the snow.
He circulated his spiritual power and flew up.
Mm~!
A violent pain surged through his mind, making him clutch his head. It hurt so badly. He felt as though his soul was now like shattered glass scattered all over the ground. It was fine as long