A Clever Tactic

An endless expanse of white ice stretched before them, with sparse vegetation. Bean-sized snowflakes drifted continuously from the sky, and gusts of frigid white wind occasionally swept through, whipping up great clouds of snow.

Han Changming, Ye Xin, Ye Xue, and Mu Linger moved forward slowly. Mu Linger held an ancient-looking azure lotus lamp in her hand, its wick wrapped in a ball of azure flame. A thick wall of azure fire enclosed the four of them, keeping the cold at bay.

They were not moving quickly, and their faces were filled with vigilance. The Buried Immortal Ruins had earned its fearsome reputation for good reason; they dared not let down their guard.

"Going by our current pace, we should be able to leave this place and reach our destination in another hour."

Mu Linger spoke with complete confidence. She had passed through this place not long ago and was familiar with the restrictions here.

"Let's hope so!"

Han Changming vaguely sensed that something was amiss, though he could not say exactly what it was.

He extended his divine sense a hundred zhang outward, carefully observing everything nearby.

A violent gust swept over them, sending countless white snowflakes dancing on the wind. After a blur, they transformed into white ice spikes that attacked from every direction.

Mu Linger's expression remained unchanged. As soon as the dense ice spikes came within ten zhang of the azure flames, they abruptly turned into puffs of white mist. Once the mist rose into the air, it swiftly became ice particles and fell to the ground.

Han Changming could not help looking at the azure lotus lamp in Mu Linger's hand. This top-grade magical treasure was indeed quite powerful; he simply did not know where Mu Linger had acquired it.

Han Changming possessed only one