Chapter 325: The Fourth Floor

Inside the Xumi Temple, Huang Xiaolong was dumbstruck. This falling snow was so tyrannical! Even more so, it was a hundred times worse compared to the extreme cold wind at the bottom of the Broken Tiger Rift. Huang Xiaolong felt his blood slowing down, and giant ghost Feng Yang’s situation even was more drastic—a thin layer of ice formed over him, wrapping the giant ghost inside, the protective fog of ghost aura shrouding him turned bleak. Huang Xiaolong swiftly infused more energy into...