Deep snow and hard ice lay beneath his feet, and every step left a deep footprint.
The cold wind carried flecks of ice that stung his face.
Li Yun had not felt this stifled in a long time.
A Martial Saint who had reached the pinnacle of two worlds, he now had to travel on foot.
He could not fly through the air or freely reveal his cultivation.
Even as he traveled, he had to tread carefully and suppress every trace of his aura.
He grumbled inwardly, but his face remained calm.
To find somewhere to stay as soon as possible, he forced down his frustration and pressed on across the vast Icefield.
He kept walking, crossing the seemingly boundless expanse of Icefield.
Before long, he had covered nearly a thousand miles on foot.
The Icefield stretched as far as the eye could see. Beyond snow and ice, there was no sign of life.
Just as Li Yun wondered how much farther he would have to walk, a sharp rush of air suddenly reached his ears.
Several white shapes burst from a snowdrift and lunged straight at him!
They were enormous wolves, white from head to toe and as large as sturdy oxen.
Their eyes glowed crimson, their fangs protruded, and a bitter, freezing aura radiated from their bodies.
When they opened their jaws, they exhaled icy mist that froze the air.
Li Yun swept his gaze over them and instantly gauged their strength.
Every one of them was firmly in the Martial God Realm!
He could not help feeling startled.
Ice Wolves of the Martial God Realm would have been a terrifying disaster on Blue Star or the Purple Moon Continent, easily causing tens of millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions, of casualties.
Yet here, on the Icefield at