Deep in the pond, the almost stagnant cold coated Bi Fan's body inside the barrier in a layer of frost. Chilling air seeped from him, lowering the temperature within the barrier by a great deal.
Jin Shanshan and the others couldn't help shivering. They instinctively circulated their spiritual power to keep warm, then murmured in confusion, "What's going on? Why did it suddenly get so cold? Why does Big Brother look frozen, too?"
By rights, as cultivators, they should have been far more accustomed to changes in temperature than ordinary people. Yet this sudden, oppressive chill had come without warning, fierce and uncanny, leaving them completely baffled.
Feng Xuanzhi, who was closest to Bi Fan, raised his head and looked toward where the young man was. To his surprise, Wang Shu was in no better shape than the rest of them. His slightly pale face had turned nearly colorless from the cold, and he stood there trembling faintly.
Feng Xuanzhi immediately reached out. A cluster of deep-blue flames bloomed in his palm and, as spiritual power surged through it, instantly became a ring of fire around Bi Fan, warding off some of the terrifying cold.
In an instant, most of the bone-chilling cold dispersed. Wang Shu's complexion finally improved a little. He looked up at Feng Xuanzhi and gave him a weak, grateful smile.
Feng Xuanzhi smiled back without saying a word, then silently turned his gaze toward Bi Fan, now surrounded by the ring of fire. He had no idea what condition Bi Fan was in.
Divine Soul Crystal Stone, deep pool beneath the waterfall.
Bi Fan clenched his teeth, doing everything he could to stay conscious. Only then would he be able to find a way out of his predicament.
He couldn't understand it. Why was even his