"What the heck?" Zhang Menglong's entire body bristled with chill, an acute sense of danger he was ever sensitive to. Instinctively, he dodged to the side, almost simultaneously a few white feathers had landed where he was just standing.
"Caw-caw." Intense cold radiated from the feathers, instantly turning an area roughly ten meters into solid ice.
"Such strong penetration power!" Zhang Menglong looked at the alarming ground; here, the rocks had become extremely sturdy due to the low temperatures and fierce ice assault, even surpassing weapons typically used by ordinary divine cultivators.
Even Zhang Menglong at his current state found it challenging to leave a mark on it. Even the fight between the old man and the white-feathered bird had left a scar on the ground barely deeper than 50 cm.
Whereas the feather had directly penetrated the rocks to a depth of over 20 cm. Such attack power rivaled that of ordinary Fourth or even Fifth Grade divine cultivators.
