Pitch-black darkness engulfed everyone. Amid the howling wind, none of them could tell whether anyone stood beside them.
Half-kneeling, Tang San drove the Eight Spider Lances on his back deep into the ground, then sheltered his body beneath them. The gale battered him with a mournful howl, making his expression shift slightly.
"Teacher, what on earth is happening?" Tang San shouted.
Hearing Tang San's shout nearby, Grandmaster's expression changed slightly as well, though he was far from panicking. He promptly reassured him, "Little San, we must have run into a snow dragon storm. It's the most troublesome weather in the Far North. Everyone, stay where you are. We should be fine if we hold out for a while."
Tang San nodded slightly. He was about to say more when he spotted a bone white flame drifting through the air in the distant sky, like a ghostly fire flickering in and out of sight.
Tang San suddenly frowned at the sight. Through his spiritual power, he could clearly sense that the bone white flame was actually radiating an icy chill.
He blinked, sensing that the fierce wind around him seemed to be weakening. After a moment's hesitation, he pushed off with his Eight Spider Lances in turn, hugging the ground as he slowly crawled toward the bone white flame.
After several minutes of moving through the darkness, the eerie bone white flame emanating cold finally appeared clearly within Tang San's Purple Demon Eye. Although it was a thousand meters away, he could still feel the ultimate icy chill it radiated.
"Huh? This flame seems to contain an ultimate ice attribute. If I, Tang San, obtain such a heavenly treasure, why would I ever worry about defeating Xiao Yan?" Tang San exclaimed delightedly.
Just as Tang San was about to continue crawling