The cold wind was like a knife, and snow mist churned.
The two figures darted through the jagged ice ravines, while a fierce, violent killing intent pursued them from behind like a parasite burrowed into their bones, closing in inch by inch.
Ye Honglian had arrived.
Before she even appeared, that reason-burning killing intent was already like an invisible flame, scorching the snow that filled the sky until it hissed.
Ji Yaoguang felt a stabbing pain in her back. It was not caused by the wind and snow, but by the killing intent that had locked onto her.
She clenched her silver teeth and pushed the spiritual power within her to its limit, yet her breathing still felt sluggish... The wind and snow deep in this valley were no longer ordinary cold currents.
What the wind carried was Sword Qi.
It was intangible and formless, yet incomparably sharp.
It bred from the void, whirled along with the snowflakes, and left bloody marks when it skimmed across skin and gashes when it swept over sleeves.
Several slashes had torn through Ji Yaoguang's clothes. Fine bloodstains seeped across her face in beads of bright red, and every breath brought pain as harsh as a blade.
"Wait!"
She could bear it no longer and reached out to grab the hem of Wang Xian's robe.
Her fingertips were icy cold, trembling faintly.
It was not entirely fear. More than that, it was the corrosion of her body by the bone-eroding Sword Qi... She did not cultivate a path of overwhelming force. Within this grim sword intent, she felt as though she had fallen into an ice cave, and even her Divine Soul seemed about to freeze solid.
Wang Xian abruptly stopped and turned to look at her.
The woman's face was pale as snow,