"Run!"
Nanyan Zendao's entire body was emitting a cold aura. He had already turned into an ice man, but he was still trying to block the lightning and ice. He was also trying his best to move toward Yang Qingxuan to save him.
Yang Xuanzang roared, "We can't escape! We can only survive if we shatter this lightning and ice! "
He had an Eternal Flame Body, but half of his body had been frozen into a terrifying flaming ice. He couldn't care less about his body's shattering. He made hand seals with all his might and swung his halberd, slashing at the lightning and ice.
However, it was like a drop in the bucket, a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
People around him exploded into ice shards one after another. He didn't know who had died, but he couldn't even move his eyes.
His movements became slower and slower, and the energy in his body decreased.
"Am I going to die here?"
The feeling of death surfaced in his heart once more.
He had experienced the same thing many times, but there would always be one time where he would truly die.
His consciousness slowly faded away as he swung his halberd mechanically. His body was also crumbling bit by bit.
It was as if he could see another world within the countless cracks.
It was at this moment that his sea of consciousness stirred. A vast wave of energy broke out of his body and formed a sword image in the air.
"Boom!"
The chaotic lightning and ice energy was slashed open, creating a huge crack.
Yang Xuanzang immediately woke up. His eyes opened wide as he roared, "Go in!"
He immediately charged toward the crack.
"Whoosh whoosh."
Several figures flashed and charged into the crack one after another.
However, the crack closed again in the blink of an eye. One of them was a bit slower and couldn't enter. He crashed into the space of lightning and ice and exploded with a bang.
There was no one left in the vast and terrifying world of ice.
The only sounds left were the Ice Soul Fairies' cries, which also slowly faded away.
The lightning and ice slowly dissolved and merged into the world.
Soon, snow fell and covered all traces as if no one had ever been here.
… …
Yang Xuanzang's group entered a different world after charging into the crack.
There was no more cold energy or oppressive lightning.
It was a boundless plain.
There were hundreds of people sitting cross-legged on the plain.
"This is …"
People of different races were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed and their hands forming hand seals.
All kinds of energy flowed through their bodies.
Yang Xuanzang also recognized some of them, such as the Ghost Butterfly Race, the Radiant Wing Race, and the Chi Rong Race.
With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he found that all of them were injured.
Yang Xuanzang came to a sudden realization. These people were most likely the same as him, having escaped from the Ten Thousand Miles of Ice.
He looked at the people around him and his heart skipped a beat. He asked in a trembling voice, "Where is Master Hong Xiao?!"
Their group had suffered heavy casualties. The only people left from the Ghost Realm were Naihe, Hasegawa Xi, Kaku Yiping, and someone called "Ding Xin".
Four humans had died as well. Other than Han Fei and Lan Xiao, who were the weakest among them, Hong Xiao and Tu Jingang had disappeared as well.
Hong Lin's face was pale, and her body was still covered in frost. She was so cold that she shivered. "Dead … dead …"
After saying this, she spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards. Tears streamed down her face. "You died to save me!"
Under that terrifying attack, everyone was too busy fending for themselves. No one knew what was happening around them. However, Hong Xiao had blocked the fatal blow for Hong Lin, exploding in the air and dying.
Yang Xuanzang's heart skipped a beat. He felt terrible, and it was difficult for him to breathe. A strong sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.
Di Yi comforted him. "Life and death are fated. Don't be too sad."
Yang Xuanzang nodded. However, he could not help but feel terrible. Tears flashed in his eyes.
He could not forget Hong Xiao's care of him in the Mu Sea Realm.
He took a deep breath. He knew that now was not the time to be sad. Everyone was in a terrible state. This was not a good place.
However, only a few of the hundreds of people sitting there opened their eyes slightly to look at them. Then, they closed their eyes again. They could not be bothered to look at them.
Yang Xuanzang said, "Let's find a place to sit down too."
The dozen of them looked after each other. They went to a more secluded place and sat down cross-legged to heal their wounds.
Yang Xuanzang released a dozen golden puppets to form a circle around them as a defense.
Initially, he wanted the puppets to hide in the void. However, everyone here was a pinnacle powerhouse. There was no difference whether they hid or not. They only served as a reminder.
Not long after, the wounds on his body stabilized. The cold air did not spread any further.
Yang Xuanzang immediately separated from his combined state.
Yang Qingxuan used the Imperial Fire Celestial Art and formed a dozen fireballs in the sky. They hovered above everyone's head and released the warmth of the Six Illusory Flames to expel the cold air for everyone.
This attracted the attention of many people. They all revealed looks of surprise and even shock.
Yang Qingxuan forced the cold air out of his body bit by bit. Traces of it flowed out from his body and floated to a hundred feet in front of him, condensing into a small ice ball.
The others were similar. The area within a hundred feet of them was immediately covered by a layer of ice. Not a single blade of grass grew.
In the distance, a giant puppet suddenly turned. Its body shone with light. A huge palm fell from the sky and landed on the ground, blocking a figure's advance.
Yang Qingxuan immediately became alert. He opened his eyes and stared over.
It was a man in a blue robe. He gave off an aura that Yang Qingxuan was familiar with.
The man smiled. "You all escaped from the Frozen World, right?"
Yang Qingxuan frowned. He waved his hand, and the giant puppet retracted its hand.
The man's feet were close to the ground as he floated over.
The familiar feeling was even more familiar.
Yang Qingxuan said, "The Immortal Kun Race?"
The man nodded and said, "Yes, I'm Jia Lin."
He intentionally released his aura. He was at the peak of the ten-star Thousand Realms Whirling stage.
The Immortal Kun Race was ranked tenth in the Hundred Races Register. It was also an extremely terrifying race.
Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists to show his respect.
Jia Lin waved his hand and smiled. He took out a bead. "You should have a lot of these, right?"
A chill spread through the air.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled. A layer of flames immediately wrapped around his body to block the chill.
He was really afraid of this cold thing.
His eyes narrowed slightly. This was the ice bead that dropped after killing the Ice Soul Spirit.
He said, "There should be a few people who came from the Frozen World."
Jia Lin smiled and said, "Not everyone came from the Frozen World."
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. "What do you mean?" He immediately understood and asked in surprise, "There are many passages that lead here?"
Jia Lin nodded and said, "Yes, the Frozen World is only one of the entrances." His face was filled with envy. "Why didn't we have such good luck?"
A gloomy look flashed across Yang Qingxuan's face.
If he was not afraid of the other party's strength, he would have cursed.
They had only managed to escape after losing more than half of their people. If the sword talisman had not played an unexpected role at the critical moment, they would have been wiped out.
Jia Lin sighed. "We're really unlucky. We didn't encounter anything here."
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