Winter City.
The biting cold wind lashed the city, and the view was completely obscured by a vast expanse of blowing snow.
Facing Jian Ji, who had the aid of a million sword spirits, Zhang Daowen felt not the slightest fear. Only surging fury burned fiercely in his chest.
Empowered by Extreme Cold Power, he condensed the Ice-Snow God Body and forged a blade from wind and snow.
But just as Zhang Daowen was about to fly into the air and join the battle, Mu Yao suddenly appeared before him and blocked his path.
"Zhang Daowen, don't be rash. Your Uncle Qi hasn't completely died yet. There is still a trace of activity in his brain. Take him back now, and you may still be able to save his life."
Upon hearing this, the killing intent in Zhang Daowen's heart abruptly ceased.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Before he died, your Uncle Qi injected his brain with a Brain Active Needle developed specifically for him. There is still a trace of activity in his brain. All you need to do is take him back. Don't let all his efforts be wasted."
"I don't understand..."
"You'll understand once you return to Star City. Although your Talent Ability is powerful, you definitely aren't Jian Ji's match. Mu Qing is currently in a berserk state. Your joining the battle won't change anything. You might even restrain each other and affect her performance... The most important thing now is to take Feng Qi back to Star City. You'll understand the truth afterward. This was also your Uncle Qi's final wish before his death."
Looking at Mu Yao's grave expression, Zhang Daowen turned to glance at the Ice Coffin behind him.
"Go back. Don't let your Uncle Qi's death be in vain."
Hearing Mu Yao