Outside Ice City, the cold wind was biting, and the fierce wind roared.
At this moment.
The boundless wind and snow had already been forcibly blown apart by the previous attack. Above the surroundings, Ye Qingchen's figure gradually emerged. He was enveloped in a green light, silver hair and black eyes, like an ancient Divine King.
And yet, the hundreds of Earth Immortals opposing him were suppressed by him alone at this moment.
"Is this the best your Zhan Family can do? Three hundred and sixty Earth Immortals, not worth a blow. Though you have many left, how many moves can you withstand from me? With such meager means, who gives you the courage to stand against me?"
Ye Qingchen spoke calmly with his hands behind his back.
With every sentence he spoke.
