The God Burial Clan had the Soul Refinement Sect, that colossus of the Northern Region, as its backing. Only because of this had they been able to survive here.
Their greatest guarantee of survival was the great light-screen formation above them, which warded off the Northern Region's wind and snow.
Without exaggeration... this was the God Burial Clan's only capital for survival.
If anyone wanted to attack the God Burial Clan, they would not need to deploy many martial artists. They would only need to punch a hole in the clan's defensive formation, and the God Burial Clan would soon be destroyed.
Lin Bai clearly sensed that the temperature around the God Burial Clan was terrifyingly low. Even the blood within a martial artist's body could freeze.
And this was after the defensive formation had warded off the cold. Without the defensive formation, every martial artist of the God Burial Clan below the Dao God Realm would instantly turn into an ice sculpture.
"Are you two from the Eastern Region?"
Just after Lin Bai and Old Wen stepped out of the teleportation formation, a skinny young man in coarse hemp clothes came forward to speak with them, shivering violently from the cold.
"How can you tell that we're from the Eastern Region?"
After experiencing what happened with the Eternal Night Clan, Lin Bai and Old Wen had also changed into Northern Region clothing.
Of course, neither Lin Bai nor Old Wen had gone so far as to wear crude animal skins. Instead, they wore coarse hemp clothes like impoverished martial artists of the Northern Region.
In other words, Lin Bai and Old Wen's current attire was almost no different from that of Northern Region martial artists.
"Heh heh."
The frail young man gave two dry laughs. "I've lived in the