The air above and beyond the cliff seemed to have frozen solid.
This was not a figure of speech, nor merely a projection of people's feelings, but a change brought about by a real, precipitous drop in temperature.
Only at this moment did those Immortals truly feel as though they faced a formidable enemy, as though they gazed into the Abyss.
As the Little Girl drew nearer, even the hands of the two Black-Clad Yaoxian began to tremble.
None of them had seen Snow Ji, but none of them did not know of her, and all could recognize her easily.
She had taken the Divine Striking Patriarch's drum with a mere reach of her hand.
She had frozen Sword Immortal Ensheng's sword simply by passing by.
Although both of them were gravely wounded, no one else could have done this.
Yes, no one could have done this.
Not the Green Mountain Patriarch.
Not Jing Jiu either.
Only she could.
From ancient times to the present, she had always been the true sovereign of the Chaotian Continent.
They felt as though they faced a formidable enemy, but who would truly dare make an enemy of Snow Ji?
Lord Purple Qi Comes from the East and Mr. Dong had just deployed their Law Treasures, yet now they did not even have the courage to recall them.
The Divine Striking Patriarch looked at his empty hands and silently sat back down among the cliff rocks.
En Sheng raised his sword before his eyes and examined it carefully, trying to determine just what those cold particles were and why they exerted such a powerful force.
Zeng Ju sighed and bowed to Snow Ji. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The other Immortals of the previous generation, along with Liu S sui and the others, also