"What incredible speed!" As the sails billowed, the flying boat, about the same size as the Flying Crane Warship, turned into a faint blue-green blur, darting through the air like the wind. Even Lu Xiaotian was rather surprised, let alone Feng Ling.
Three and a half days later, the flying boat entered a world of swirling snow. Ice-type monsters of varying strengths darted across the ground and through the sky. A snow eagle came hurtling toward them from afar, swooping straight at the Flying Crane Warship. Xiang Qingcheng released a mighty sword intent, and the snow eagle seemed to take fright. It wheeled in midair, then fled past the ship's flank without looking back.
"It's a few hundred miles ahead, in a frozen cave. Old Du has been completely encased in ice inside." Feng Ling was frantic.
"Du Fenghu's no weakling. If even he couldn't escape unharmed, the cold there must be extraordinary. Dongfang, stay on the ship. I'll go take a look." Xiang Qingcheng spoke up of her own accord. Lu Xiaotian had already been injured by the power of profound ice; she would never let him risk himself again.
"I wouldn't feel at ease letting you go alone. I may not be able to move, but I can still control the ice giant." Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred. A bitterly cold current swirled through the air, and a crystal-bright ice giant appeared, holding a long saber as it hovered in midair. Though the flow of profound ice within Lu Xiaotian's body caused different parts of him to take turns going numb and leaving him unable to move, temporarily preventing him from fighting others, it would be a grave mistake to think he had no fighting strength at all. With the ice-, wind-, and metal-type golden puppets at his