Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring Unveiled, Ten Ant Kings Tear an Eighty-Thousand-Year Demon Spider Apart!

The northward journey was an exile from life itself.

Everywhere they looked was pale white.

Ice crystals rode the biting wind, stinging their faces with fine, piercing pain.

The Abyss Court party wrapped their clothes tightly around themselves and trekked silently across the desolate snowfield.

When they reached a sheltered mountain hollow, Su Chen ordered them to rest where they were.

He did not rest. Instead, he walked straight over to Qian Renxue.

"Your martial soul is suited for high altitudes."

Su Chen's voice pierced through the wind and snow. It carried no emotion, yet was exceptionally clear.

"I need a pair of eyes to scout and correct our route."

Qian Renxue lifted her pale golden eyes without the slightest hesitation.

The radiant wings of the Six-Winged Angel spread open behind her.

Holy light tore through the gray-white sky, and she shot into the air like a rising golden meteor, carrying out his order.

As she soared into the clouds, the raging wind was shut out by her Soul Power barrier.

Qian Renxue lowered her head and looked down.

The tiny party below, as well as that solitary upright figure gazing up from the snow, both came clearly into view.

A feeling she had never known before quietly took root in her heart.

She was not looking down on all living beings like ants from her position as a saintess.

Nor was she a pawn coldly carrying out an order.

They were fighting side by side.

For the first time, she felt that she was not a weapon meant to be used, but a real companion of flesh and blood who was truly needed.

"Look at the way she's showing off."

A cold voice sounded beside Ling Shuang. Chu Yao crossed her arms, curled her lips disdainfully, and gestured with