Seeing that Old Ancestor Fengyue seemed to be mentally unstable, Ghost King and the others didn't dare press him any further.
"Why do I feel like the ice is still spreading?" Zhang Xiaofan watched the ice barrier in the distance. At the point where it met the ground, it was slowly pressing inward.
Tian Buyi and the others had seen it too. They had never encountered anything so terrifying. It was as if they were inside some unknown creature, waiting to be crushed, swallowed, and digested.
"Do you think that ice corpse from before died this way?" Ghost King walked over to Tian Buyi and asked with a furrowed brow.
Tian Buyi felt a chill run down his back, like an ice snake slithering up his spine and straight to his crown. He couldn't help shuddering.
The Ice Mist no longer bothered to hide itself. The layers of ice were visibly compressing the space at a speed they could see with the naked eye. Zhang Xiaofan frowned as it neared his campfire, then raised his left foot and kicked it hard.
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
The sound was like shattering glass. The advancing ice suddenly halted, then cracks spread from the spot Zhang Xiaofan had kicked, until they covered the entire barrier.
Then, under the five men's baffled gazes, it shattered and fell in pieces.
It was like a thin layer of ice had been smashed. The scene revealed beneath it left the five men frowning in confusion.
Zhang Xiaofan summoned the Taiji Seal to protect himself and the campfire. The Dragon-Subduing Tripod shielded Tian Buyi and the other three. The four of them were now rolling up their sleeves, glaring menacingly at someone nearby.
Zhang Xiaofan looked toward the distance, about to say something. But when he saw the expressions on