C605 Changtian

The valleys, valleys, and mountains of the Mortal Realm were still covered in snow and ice.

Snowflakes the size of a baby's palm constantly fell from the sky.

Amidst the whistling wind, three Immortal World Messenger wearing flaming black robes were rapidly advancing forward.

The long-faced man on the left spit and complained:

"Boss, Sovereign Deng