Chapter 1661
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Little White Tiger crawled up from the heavy impact and looked at Ye Qingtang, who had fainted under its claws.
Ye Qingtang's entire body was icy cold. The wound on her arm had turned purple. She had used up all her energy and could no longer maintain her body temperature.
In the Frozen Ice Fields, one's energy depletion rate was more than ten times that of the outside world.
The temperature here was lethal to any powerful cultivator.
Little White Tiger exhaled and quickly pulled Ye Qingtang onto its soft belly, using its own body heat to warm her up.
Ye Qingtang woke up slowly. She felt a heart-wrenching pain on her arm, but there was also a warm feeling that washed away the pain.
Ye Qingtang opened her eyes and saw the enlarged Little White Tiger carefully licking Ye Qingtang's wound with the tip of its tongue to prevent the wound from necrotizing under the extreme cold.
"…" Little White Tiger heaved a sigh of relief when it saw that Ye Qingtang was awake.
Ye Qingtang looked at the sharp barbs on Little White Tiger's tongue and watched as it carefully licked her wound with the tip of its soft tongue, not letting the barbs hurt her at all. Her heart warmed.
"I'm fine now." Ye Qingtang raised her hand with difficulty and stroked Little White Tiger's fur.
From the moment she stepped into the mystic realm, everything around her seemed to be killing her. It had only been a short period of time, but it was as if she had experienced a bloody battle. It was exhausting.
Ye Qingtang took out an elixir from her space ring and swallowed it. Although the Dharma treasure was useless, the elixir was still effective.
She was surrounded by white snow and silence. Ye Qingtang could not see any other living beings in this vast world. Apart from Little White Tiger, there was only her.
"The Frozen Ice Fields, the Scorched Hot Lands … the Cemetery of the True Gods …" Ye Qingtang murmured. She could not even step out of the Frozen Ice Fields. She could not imagine how terrifying the Scorched Hot Lands and the Cemetery of the True Gods would be.
First, it was Sang Feiyu, then Qin Mo, and now Wu Xiao, who had been swallowed by the Ice King. Three out of the ten people in the Martial Arts Championship had been killed.
Ye Qingtang did not know if the others were still alive. Or if … they had already "died" in the Frozen Ice Fields.
"Shaobai … you must be fine." Ye Qingtang frowned slightly. She was most worried about his safety.
Because the white tiger was too big now, it was too conspicuous in such a dangerous place. Ye Qingtang could only bandage her wound and swallow a few bottles of elixirs. She shrunk the white tiger and carried it in her arms as she flew into the sky.
Ye Qingtang hoped to find Jiang Shaobai along the way. She didn't have the energy to care about other people, but the thought of the smiling little fellow dying here made her heart clench.
She tried to find Jiang Shaobai, but she could not find any clues. She was surrounded by ice mountains and it was silent. This place was like a dead place without any signs of life.
Along the way, she saw a long sword embedded in the ice. The blade was covered in blood, and there was a broken hand on the hilt of the sword, still holding onto the sword tightly. The bloodstain was so obvious on the snowy ground.
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