At the moment, within the Ice Well.
Lin Dong and Yun Cheche Ancestor stood opposite the phoenix-shaped ghost beast, the cold wind formed by spiritual power cutting sharply across their cheeks.
Lin Dong stood tall, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, his gaze exuding calm and transcendence.
He tightly gripped the Yangxin Sword in his hand, the blade glimmering with cold light. Even though he had failed once before, now he showed no fear, but rather was filled with battle intention.
Yun Cheche Ancestor was clad in a light blue robe, his demeanor extraordinary, like an immortal descended to earth.
His hands crossed behind his back, his expression composed, yet the powerful aura emanating from him was intimidating.
An icy chill swept over, seemingly intending to freeze their blood.
All around was a crystal-clear ice world, with massive ice pillars hanging down like sharp swords piercing the ground.
Opposite them, the phoenix-shaped ghost beast was fiercely eyeing them.
