In the wilderness, with the snow falling like goose feathers, the land had already been covered in a layer of snow about as thick as a finger through the night, and when one stepped on it, a squeaking sound echoed.
At this time, the entire wilderness was a vast expanse of white, with only a terribly cold slaughterous aura raging between heaven and earth.
The foundations of the Godslayer Temple and the Soul Destruction Organization were deep, after all; even the most formidable martial arts masters would fall here when faced with such a lineup.
"Kill him," the hungry ghost said viciously as a woman beside him had already launched an attack with a Netherworld God's palm wave; two flames like ribbons streaked across the sky, like Flood Dragons dancing, trying to bind Lin Mo.
