Swift Wind and Sudden Snow, thunder and lightning.
Compared to the blizzard that blanketed heaven and earth, the mountain pass formed by the two flanking peaks, dozens of kilometers wide, now seemed so narrow.
The storm raging across the land was gathered and compressed by the mountains, becoming even more violent.
It was like falling into an oceanic tidal wave in an instant.
A bleak-white torrent swallowed everything.
From the darkness that blotted out the sky and sun, countless snowflakes and fragments howled through the wind, turning into countless lingering trails that stretched on without end.
Like a curtain falling over a stage, it blocked every prying gaze outside.
Now that there were no more bothersome spectators watching, there was no need to worry about their personas collapsing or frightening the children. The "actors" smoothly switched between their completely different faces onstage and off.
Pull hair, yank skirts—spit when it was time to spit, throw punches when it was time to throw punches.
Now, it was time for a happy catfight!
Boom!
The subzero cold sealed away the heat of the boiling Dragon Blood. Countless snowflakes falling onto the steel monster's body vaporized and vanished in an instant, leaving a straight trail through the storm.
Pan Ying let out a savage, hungry roar.
Within the dim storm, blood-red light rose like a torch, surging wildly!
The counterattack that had been prepared for so long—not merely since entering the storm, but even before that—had reached its peak. Even Bat Spray, split in two, could not stop the edge of this strike. Instead, it sacrificed its own life to further fuel Pan Ying's ferocity and sharpness!
Explosive sounds rang out without cease, only to be drowned out by the howling gale.
Lingering light flashed and vanished.
All the defenses and shields mounted