Chu Xisheng walked about twenty miles in the mist before seeing a few figures led by Wen Zhiyi ahead.
The ice bridge beneath their feet seemed to have encountered some obstacle and could no longer extend forward.
Wen Zhiyi stood with her hands behind her back, her beautiful head slightly downturned as if she were looking down at what lay ahead.
When Chu Xisheng approached, he discovered that at the front of the ice bridge, strands of Thunder Power were constantly emerging, shattering the Cold Ice Wen Zhiyi had condensed.
Wen Zhiyi watched this scene expressionlessly, her gaze as deep as an endless abyss.
Chu Xisheng concentrated, trying to discern the source of these thunders.
He frowned: "This thunder seems a bit like the Heavenly Punishment Thunderstorm magic that Divine Turtle Wanderer taught us?"
Except this thunderstorm power was too strong, even Wen Zhiyi seemed helpless against it.
Chu Xisheng shook his head slightly, thinking it couldn't be.
