Outside the region of blinding snowfall, Qin Fengming stood with a contemplative look on his face. The land before him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
The frigid cold in these mountains was already enough to pierce the protective spiritual light of early Profound Spirit cultivators, and even those at the middle stage. Without a divine ability or secret art to ward off the cold, Profound Spirit cultivators would find it difficult to remain here for long.
Facing the snowy region ahead, Qin Fengming did not dare enter it for the moment.
Standing there with his brows slightly furrowed, Qin Fengming hesitated no longer. He raised a hand, and a Pure Radiance Sword blade shot forth casually, streaking toward the snowy region ahead amid a sharp sound of it tearing through the air.
To Qin Fengming's great astonishment, the huge sword blade, brimming with power, had only traveled several zhang into the snowy region when it rapidly shrank. Its energy was swiftly and drastically consumed before it vanished on the spot.
From the powerful sword blade, Qin Fengming suddenly sensed that the transparent threads within the snowfall possessed an astonishing ability to slice apart and dissolve things. As countless threads wound around the huge blade, the blade's formidable condensed radiance seemed to be peeled away layer by layer.
"What sort of material is this? How terrifying!"
Seeing the scene before him, Qin Fengming sharply sucked in a breath. His eyes widened, and he cried out in alarm.
After only a brief hesitation, Qin Fengming raised his hand again. A sparkling emerald flame appeared in his palm. With a movement of his spiritual sense, a fist-sized ball of emerald flame shot out and, in a flash, flew toward the snowy region ahead.
Watching as the snowfall completely obscured the ball of