Ye Feng stared at the ice-blue patterns pulsing in his palm, watching frost crystals flake off the cuffs of his combat uniform. Ten minutes ago, he had been faking the adjustment of his detector at the entrance of the mystic realm—supposed to be a routine practical assessment for graduating high school cultivators, until the crimson moonlight swallowed the entire sky.
Right now, he stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his right hand raised involuntarily. Snowflakes within a hundred-li radius hung suspended in the air with eerie stillness, every single ice crystal refracting a chilling blue radiance. Three rotting corpses in various states of decay lunged toward him from different directions.
"Hiss—"
Chapter 25