Although they were still a thousand li from Ice Valley, everywhere they looked was already blanketed in snow. Frigid winds howled overhead, and violent gales swept across the land. The winds, carrying ice crystals and snow, slashed past like blade after blade.
In such an environment, low-level cultivators might not have been able to hold out for even a moment.
As the four drew closer to the entrance of Ice Valley, the cold grew increasingly terrifying. At first, their powerful bodies alone had been enough to resist it, but once they reached within three to four hundred li of the outskirts of Ice Valley, they needed to summon protective spiritual light just to endure it.
From this alone, Qin Fengming could determine that even cultivators who cultivated ice- or fire-attribute techniques would need magical treasures specifically capable of resisting the cold if they wished to remain inside Ice Valley for any length of time.
Xie Hua and the other two had come precisely for Ice Valley, so they had naturally brought magical treasures that could counter the cold. Qin Fengming did not need to worry about the three of them.
The four figures flew onward without concealing their tracks, shooting toward the entrance of Ice Valley.
Half an hour later, the four stopped atop a mountain that was not particularly high. They narrowed their eyes and stared ahead at the vast region shrouded in white mist, and all of their hearts sank.
The land before them was clearly the Ice Valley renowned throughout Black Mist Island.
Even from a thousand zhang away, they could sense the tremendous cold within that fixed, ever-present white mist. It was as if the white mist itself had been formed when the air was corroded by the cold and condensed into its present state.
Yet