บท 1715: The Undead (1)

But before Jiang Shaobai and Ye Qingtang could react, a huge roaring sound pierced their eardrums. Countless ice spikes suddenly emerged from the icy ground beneath their feet.

Powerful winds blew past them and dense snowflakes filled the sky. It was like the whole earth had suddenly been swallowed up.

Ye Qingtang could not see anything at all. She just felt an immense aura charging toward her.

A mere person was no match for the raging winds and Ye Qingtang lost all sense of direction as she was swept up by the fierce gusts. It was all she could do to steady herself and not plummet to the ground.

If anything, it was like a major apocalypse had happened. Snow was everywhere and Ye Qingtang felt like the savage winds were trying to tear her apart. With this kind of snowstorm, those who were not at least a Third Heaven-level and above would be torn to shreds.