Under the endless snowstorm.
Shi Shanwen, as glorious as a Heavenly God, streaked across the sky with a radiant golden glow.
From afar, Jiang Wang with his hair flowing seemed to be sprinting on golden silk. The soles of his boots were like blades, slicing the golden silk into shimmering fragments.
To pursue the remaining courage and chase the enemy to the end, in a race war, no one holds compassion.
Jiang Wang held his sword and continually advanced, constantly cutting forward, ignoring the countless demon clan warriors, his eyes only fixed on Shi Shanwen. If the Heavenly Sea King dies, the battle of Frost Wind Valley can cease!
Between the crisscrossing Sword Qi, the snow and wind withered away.
Shi Shanwen raised his magnificent iron fists, blocking and parrying left and right, constantly retreating. He only needed a moment to catch his breath, even a fraction of a second, to stand firm on his "root," and he could launch a counterattack.
