"Whoosh~~~"
A cold wind blew, with Xu Baisheng's long robe fluttering in the wind. His long hair wildly danced along with the piercing cold storm. His surroundings were filled with the aura of Golden Core, as he boldly strode towards the dark world ahead, displaying a resolute and upright momentum.
Ning Daoran, however, frowned, gingerly stepping on the icy snow, resting every few steps, evidently unable to catch up with Xu Baisheng.
However, just as Feng Yinghai, Meng Yuliang, Fu Yan, and others' breath left through the gaps in the prohibitions behind him, Ning Daoran immediately twisted his body and turned into a tunneling light, disappearing deep into the Cold Soul Valley.
