All around lay boundless desolation; across the vast snowy plains, everything was pure white.
In the Extreme North, the closer one got to the core region, the colder it became.
As he continued forward, even Chen Xin, a Peak Douluo, began to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
That alone would have been manageable.
He had entered the core region half an hour ago, yet he had not seen a single Spirit Beast.
An ominous feeling inexplicably rose within him.
Just as Chen Xin was growing uneasy, his footsteps suddenly halted.
His expression instantly turned solemn.
Within the range of his spiritual perception, a massive number of Spirit Beasts suddenly appeared, closing in on him from every direction.
"How is this possible?"
Although ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts possessed a certain degree of intelligence, even those of the same species constantly slaughtered one another, let alone Spirit Beasts of different races.
How could they possibly be this united?
"No, I have to break out."
Among the Spirit Beasts closing in on him were no shortage of terrifying presences that even he deeply feared. If they completely surrounded him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Chen Xin was just about to take flight when a colossal creature appeared in his line of sight.
It was still far away, but its sheer enormity could not be concealed.
Because of the distance and the obstructing snowstorm,
Chen Xin could not make out its appearance. He only knew it was an unknown white creature, mountain-like in size and at least a hundred meters tall.
What made his heart pound most was its aura.
Terrifying—unparalleledly terrifying. So terrifying that Chen Xin's entire body trembled.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. It was absolutely a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
And one capable of making him tremble was definitely no ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Even among