Willow Dark, Flowers Bright; Crisis or Opportunity

Half a day later, Han Debiao and Liang Youshan appeared above a boundless expanse of snowfield. The terrain below was flat, stretching beyond sight.

Their expressions were tense. The Icewind Mountains were vast; they could only hope they would not encounter any fourth-rank demon beasts next.

What they feared came to pass. Just then, a shrill, piercing bird cry rang out from high above, and a giant snow-white condor appeared in the sky.

The giant condor had a wingspan of over a dozen zhang. Its entire body was covered in snowy white feathers, and even its eyes were white. It was a lower fourth-rank Snow-Pupil Wind Condor.

Han Debiao instinctively looked up and was startled.

"Not good, a fourth-rank demon bird. Run!"

Han Debiao stopped, and the Eight Trigram Heaven-Burning Axe in his hand suddenly shone brightly as he slashed at the empty air.

A deafening whoosh rang out. The air trembled and twisted as dozens of flashing red axe blades shot forth, weaving into a net of death that descended upon the Snow-Pupil Wind Condor.

The Snow-Pupil Wind Condor reacted swiftly, opening its beak to spew out a vast white gust of frigid wind to meet the attack.

After a series of thunderous explosions, the dozens of red axe blades were shredded by the white freezing wind, sending powerful shockwaves rolling outward.

With a beat of its wings, the Snow-Pupil Wind Condor suddenly vanished.

"Not good, wind evasion! Be careful, Fairy Liang!"

Han Debiao's expression changed drastically as he hastily warned her.

Liang Youshan reacted quickly. She raised her right hand, and five streaks of azure light flew out, bursting one after another and transforming into a suit of gleaming azure battle armor that enveloped her entire body.

A gust of icy wind howled past, and the Snow-Pupil Wind