"Zz~zz!"
Du Yu blinked again, ascending to over two thousand meters in the air, and distancing himself nearly 10 kilometers from the Cold Tree.
The scene below the Cold Tree rendered Du Yu dumbstruck.
So many people from the Cold Race!
Dense and innumerable.
All of them were in a kneeling position, surrounding the Cold Tree in circles, worshipping it devoutly.
The scene was so grand, it even had a "pilgrimage of all beings" feel to it.
Du Yu widened his Burning Sun Eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of cold fog, looking towards the distance.
In a somewhat open wasteland terrain, he actually saw continuous encampments of the Cold Race?
In each camp, there existed various kinds of Cold Beasts, the sheer variety of which was dazzling.
Furthermore, in three camps, Du Yu saw three magnificent figures connecting heaven and earth.
Cold Beast Supreme·Mud Po Goddess Sculptures!
Does this mean...
Du Yu suddenly lowered his head, looking directly below.
