After hearing Gong Chenying's explanation earlier, what Li Yan feared encountering most was chaotic "Heavenly Eye Wind."
One moment, he might be in bone-cutting, icy cold, only to plunge into heat fierce enough to melt gold and forge iron the next. That was the kind of attack cultivators found even harder to guard against.
For now, Li Yan could still withstand these attacks of extreme cold, so he only needed to focus on finding clues to Gong Shanhe and the others' whereabouts.
Li Yan felt that Gong Shanhe and the others must have run into trouble and become trapped after descending to roughly this depth.
Even his formidable divine sense was severely compressed here. Finding anything suspicious would truly take some painstaking effort.
Just as Li Yan swiftly descended another three hundred feet, something unexpected happened. The faces spinning rapidly around him suddenly broke away from the wind column's walls, as though they had been flung straight out.
Gray-white faces filled the air, lunging at Li Yan from every direction. Though chaos erupted around him, he remained calm. He raised one hand and swept his broad sleeve fiercely outward, sending a searing crimson blaze surging around him.
At the same time, the spiritual power barrier surrounding him turned crimson. Rolling waves of heat scorched the space around him.
In that instant, he united the five elements, immediately converting the magical power within his dantian into fire-attribute power of utmost yang and unyielding strength. Against things steeped in darkness, fierce, pure-yang fire was naturally the best counter.
With that sweep of his sleeve, a crimson ring of fire formed around Li Yan and rapidly spread outward in all directions, with him at its center.
Sure enough, the moment those gray-white faces touched the ring of fire, they vanished into nothingness, their