At a thousand zhang below the surface, the terrifying cold had already sent a powerful sense of danger surging through Qin Fengming's heart. His formidable divine sense was also blocked by the dreadful chill; after probing just over a dozen zhang, it could go no farther.
Streams of frigid seawater surged around him. His body bobbed through the seawater like a tiny boat amid raging waves, as though it might capsize at any moment.
At this moment, the protective spiritual light outside Qin Fengming's body had already been compressed to barely a foot from his flesh.
If not for the protection of the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, Qin Fengming was almost certain that he would have been frozen solid by now.
No wonder the cultivators of the Nightmare Moon Realm dared not enter the Dark Ice Sea. This terrifying cold alone was beyond what a Divine Connection cultivator could endure.
The Spirit Devouring Netherflame was not something every cultivator possessed. Even a profound-rank cultivator who cultivated a fire-attribute technique would presumably be unable to hold out for long under the erosion of this dreadful chill.
What slightly eased Qin Fengming's mind was that no energy fluctuations had come from above the water's surface.
It seemed that terrifying existence had not pursued him into the Dark Ice Sea.
What Qin Fengming did not know was that, ten thousand miles from the Dark Ice Sea, a terrifying battle was taking place. Two Winged Race Mahayana cultivators, relying on a Vast Desolation Profound Treasure, had barely managed to suppress that Qiyu.
Earlier, after successfully stopping the two terrifying existences that had been fighting, the two Mahayana cultivators had brought out the Vast Desolation Profound Treasure and torn open the spatial barrier.
Yet even working together, they had only managed to banish that Zhu Nou