Mixo Half-plane.
The furious winds roared, and the blizzard raged.
Yijiu's small figure, set against the vastness of the icy tundra, resembled a rowboat struggling to stay afloat amidst the raging waves.
Hailstones the size of millstones, thousands in number, hidden by the blizzard, pummeled towards Yijiu.
Yijiu kept dodging.
With his rich combat experience, he constantly maintained his scouting combat skill, not needing to look up to discern the direction of the hail.
Bang, bang, bang...
The hail smashed down, missing their target and immediately exploding upon hitting the ground, releasing intense cold that froze the air.
Within a few seconds, the freezing air formed a two-meter-high giant ice block.
Now and then, hailstones exploded beside Yijiu, the freezing chill creeping over, already accumulating multiple frostbite injuries on his body.
But Yijiu had no time to heal.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A series of ice spears, rising from the snowy ground, aimed at Yijiu.
