Franciska shot into the sky like a bird.
As she flew upward, she continuously released the forest spiritual energy within her!
Bang! Bang bang!
The spiritual energy erupted continuously, interfering with the traces left behind by the dragon.
As the cold currents in the sky kept flowing, they would soon completely erase the dragon's aura.
However, Seraphis had fallen from an altitude of ten thousand meters.
So Franciska had to fly to roughly the same height as well, creating the illusion that the dragon had never stopped nearby from beginning to end.
But the higher she flew, the lower the temperature became!
Cao Xing had reached an altitude of two thousand meters before, and the temperature had already dropped to -78°C.
One could imagine just how low the temperature would become even higher up.
When she had just reached an altitude of five thousand meters—
Franciska's body was already covered in a thick layer of ice crystals. Her movements grew increasingly stiff, and even her blood began to freeze!
But she knew that every second counted now!
She had to clear away every trace of the dragon's aura in the shortest possible time.
"Whoosh—whoosh whoosh—"
Braving the howling Gale, Franciska continued charging toward the sky.
When she reached an altitude of eight thousand meters, the temperature there had already fallen to an incredibly low level, even crossing some kind of critical threshold.
She felt her body becoming increasingly stiff. Bone-piercing cold, like countless sharp ice blades, stabbed madly into every inch of her skin!
Her blood seemed about to freeze solid. Her limbs gradually lost all sensation, as if they had been sealed inside massive blocks of ice—heavy and numb!
Every breath felt like she was inhaling ice shards. The cold traveled down her airway and straight into her lungs,