C729 Phoenix Flying Cold

In that moment, tension crackled like electricity along the fog-enshrouded path, with danger looming just a hair's breadth away.

Golden hues slowly emerged in Ao Yan's eyes, while the Ice Soul Cold Light at his back revved up to its utmost intensity, poised to unleash its fury at any second.

Qing Suan, with one hand, conjured the shadow of a mountain