C162 Comprehending the Power of Wind

Waves of white mist rose from the snowy mountain peak, and crimson lava flowed down from it. At the top of the mountain, a huge figure stretched out from the mountain.

On the head of the giant snake, between the two bull-like horns, the thousand-year-old ice flower was still flashing with a seven-colored light.

"Quickly run!"

"Save me!"

Miserable screams, wails