Baidu Search. Qin Fengming suddenly snapped awake from his momentary dizziness, only to feel an icy chill assailing his body, as though it were about to freeze the bones within him solid.
Even raising a hand or lifting a foot felt incomparably difficult. At the slightest movement, the joints in his bones gave off faint creaking sounds.
The magical power within him surged rapidly, yet he still found it difficult to fully ward off the icy chill outside his body.
Qin Fengming stood where he was without moving an inch. In this unnamed region, caution was the only wise choice.
He released his divine sense and easily saw his surroundings clearly.
Qin Fengming seemed to be inside a mountain cave. The cave was quite spacious, spanning a full hundred zhang. He stood near one edge of it, while a tunnel lay a hundred zhang away.
Other than that tunnel, there was nothing else in the entire cave.
Sensing the icy chill seeping into his body through every pore, Qin Fengming could not help knitting his brows. A name suddenly appeared in his mind: the Ice Prison.
From what Qin Fengming knew of the Eighteen Nether Purgatories, only the Ice Prison could produce such an icy sensation. It seemed that the place he had reached this time was undoubtedly the Ice Prison, one of the Eighteen Nether Purgatories.
Although Qin Fengming had formed a rough plan, he still did not move an inch. Since the Ice Prison was famed for its icy chill, what he would have to face was an omnipresent, inescapable assault of cold.
Against the icy chill, Qin Fengming's greatest reliance was the Spirit Devouring Netherflame. However, the Spirit Devouring Netherflame could no longer be used at present. Ever since it had devoured several Fire Fox Strength Beasts,