Under the guidance of Ming Aoshuang, a large amount of frost in the sky gathered together and instantly condensed into a crystal-clear Ice Crystal Mystic Bird, as if sculpted from ice.
Not one, but two.
The two giant mystic birds, one on the left and one on the right, spread their wings and let out a piercing screech like the howling of a cold wind.
Before the screech had finished, the two Ice Crystal Mystic Birds were already swooping down on Fang Zhou from both sides, enveloped completely in ice and snowstorms.
Fang Zhou slightly moved his mind, and the golden sword shadows above his head suddenly expanded, covering the entire sky and even blocking the bottom of the twenty-second level.
Countless sword shadows formed a dazzling golden sea, and this was merely tens of thousands of sword shadows, far from the limit.
"This... this is..."
Ming Aoshuang looked up at the golden curtain of swords that covered the sky, a chill rushing from her heart.
