"Aoo! Aoo! Aoo..."
The howls rang out again as vast amounts of frigid mist swept through the area.
It was as if snowflakes had appeared in the air.
The icy sensation made every hair on our bodies stand on end.
Yet everyone continued attacking, fighting these agile Snow Spirits whose entire bodies radiated cold.
In the midst of battle, Pan Ling suddenly shouted:
"Everyone, be careful! A stronger Snow Spirit is coming!"
Pan Ling pointed in one direction.
All we could see was dense white fog, along with an even colder sensation sweeping toward us.
And within that white mist, faint specks of purple appeared.
The freezing air howled around us, while the surrounding Snow Spirits let out "aoo aoo" roars.
White frost continuously formed all around us...
An oppressive aura carrying an intense chill made it feel as though even a single breath would freeze one's lungs stiff.
The sensation was incredibly unpleasant, even painful.
Pan Ling, whose cultivation was weaker, wore an expression of pain and discomfort under that pressure. Clutching her chest, she said:
"So... so hard to bear. I feel... I feel like I can't... can't breathe..."
As she spoke, I noticed that she was exhaling more than she was inhaling.
The white mist she breathed out frosted over directly around her mouth and nose...
Daoist Qingshan raised his brows and immediately said:
"Mao Jing, take Pan Ling and get out of here quickly..."
"Yes, Master!"
Mao Jing immediately responded, turned around, supported Pan Ling, and began retreating.
The moment they started backing away, two Snow Spirits lunged at Mao Jing and Pan Ling.
Zhang Yuchen roared:
"Seeking death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw out a Divine Fire Talisman.
"Divine soldiers, swift as the law decrees—command!"
"Boom!"
A burst of blazing fire