Deep inside the ice fissure, the cold was bone-chilling, and the darkness was as thick as congealed ink.
Xiaohong's pair of dark-gold True Dragon claws served as the brightest "lanterns," their gold-red and ice-blue halos barely tearing through the darkness to illuminate the rugged, slippery ice path ahead.
The air was permeated with a stale, freezing, bizarre odor tinged with faint sulfur and rust. The further inward they went, the more oppressive it felt on their chests.
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