An ivory-white sword hung in the center of the darkness. The clear radiance flowing over its blade should have been a proud and lonely moonlight, but at this moment it turned into a bone-chilling cold wave that silently swept through the entire Sword Tomb cave.
"Crack, crack..."
The dark red slush pools underfoot instantly froze into ferocious lumps of ice. The ice layer spread rapidly, climbing onto the hanging giant swords, up the rugged rock walls, and covering the faint green and dark red glows of residual souls, freezing the entire world into an abyss of dead, dark red ice. The air was no longer like lead, but had become millions of invisible ice needles that pierced fiercely into Chen Mo's exposed skin and into his lungs, bringing a tearing, agonizing pain and the taste of blood with every breath.
Chapter 71