The Dragon Sparrow suddenly swept past, slashing forward, dispersing the Wind Blade Frost Sword with a single cut, spreading it around, but it ultimately couldn't completely stop it. A few wind blades still grazed his arm, and blood seeped through, instantly freezing.
Zhao Changhe was indifferent, taking the opportunity to dash forward several yards.
To achieve instantaneous movement over a hundred miles outside, managing just a few yards here was already quite challenging.
Not far ahead, numerous humanoid ice sculptures could be seen, each with a different posture. Those weren't ice sculptures; they were people who occasionally strayed into this place and were frozen to death. Among them were some peculiar beast shapes, likely not from this epoch but perished here from the last. Looking around, more and more appeared, forming an endless maze of icy corpses.
It's unknown how many lives this bastard took here in the last epoch.
