"Crunch!"
"Crunch!"
"Crunch!"
Jiang Qiao and Shen Boxia finally set foot on the Icefield.
To ordinary eyes,
the Icefield was nothing but a deathly silent wasteland.
But the pupil in his right eye rotated and slowly stretched into a shape resembling the symbol "∞," with a faint gray glimmer flickering in its depths.
Dual Pupils activated.
At once, the world lost its color.
The snow turned as pale as a dead person's skin, the frozen earth became a deep, gloomy black, and the sky was reduced to a blur of light gray.
Through his dual pupils, the entire Icefield became a black-and-white sketch.
Every detail was stripped away.
Only the most essential outlines remained.
And far beneath the ground in that scene, Jiang Qiao faintly saw a blurred mass of color slowly writhing, impossible to describe accurately in words and vast enough to fill his entire field of vision.
"What is that?"
Jiang Qiao frowned slightly.
Normally, his dual pupils could not see any colors, only black, white, and gray.
Only when something supernatural appeared
would other colors emerge.
Yet now, faint colors flowed beneath the entire stretch of Icefield within his field of vision. It was as though an unimaginably enormous evil spirit was slowly moving beneath this deathly silent world.
"This place really does have something wrong with it."
"It's practically a powder keg that could explode at any moment."
Jiang Qiao could not sense what it was.
Nor could he make out its outline.
Those colors lay so deep underground that they were far beyond the range of supernatural perception. Even in his vision, they were only a vast, hazy expanse, like gauze or mist.
But his experience made it easy to judge that this thing was terrifyingly powerful.
At the very least, with his current strength,