In the blink of an eye, the surrounding world seemed to have been placed under a deep freeze.
A thick and crystal-clear layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground, the frost resembling countless sharp ice spikes, shimmering with a ghostly cold light.
The once lush green vegetation, under the assault of this extreme chill, was instantly wrapped tightly in frost.
First, the leaves quickly faded, turning withered and yellow. Then, the branches began to shrivel, losing all vitality in an instant, trembling in the cold wind like countless aged elders.
This extreme cold, infused with a vast and majestic True Qi as tumultuous as rushing river waters, transformed into invisible yet razor-sharp blades capable of cutting through space, striking at Jingkou Qianli's acupuncture points with overwhelming speed like a dense rain of arrows.
Jingkou Qianli was fully focused on maneuvering with Xie Wen, his nerves taut, completely unaware of the silent approach of this deadly cold.
