The corpse of the Blood Bat Dragon gradually dissolved amidst a foul stench, but the lingering blood mist did not disperse with its death. Instead, it intertwined with the grayish-black mists of Evil Wind Ridge, turning into an ink-thick miasma. Lin Feng grighted his teeth against the searing pain churning in his chest and tucked the Glazed Bottle back into his tunic. The cracks on the surface of the Jade Marrow Fluid flickered faintly beneath a blue light, seeming as though they might shatter completely at any moment.
"Let's head north. North belongs to yin, and south to yang. According to ancient texts, the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus grows in a place of extreme yin," Xuance said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and pointing toward the depths of the mist. Everyone helped each other to their feet. Zhang Yujie's sword formation had long since collapsed, and Nángōng Qiàn'ér's Purple Fire Blood Shadow Whip had turned charred and twisted. Only Su Yao's Ice-Polar Shadowless Sword still emitted a faint blue glow, as if sensing some kind of power.
The group continued forward on their respective mounts. The rotting soil beneath their feet was gradually covered by frost, and every step the Thunderbolt Divine Dragon took produced the crisp sound of shattering ice. In the distance came the roaring snap of breaking ice ridges, echoing through the fog into a teeth-gritting quiver. Lin Feng suddenly raised a hand to signal a halt, the black dragon patterns surging on the Ghos…
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