Although the storm behind was fierce, Ling Feng's speed was even faster, and Ling Feng had a feeling, as if something in his body was being released.
This feeling made Ling Feng feel exhilarated. Though surrounded by snow and wind, he felt as if a gentle breeze was brushing his face!
"Roar!" Ling Feng roared, like a grand bell's toll, resonating throughout the heavens and earth!
Finally, Ling Feng soared into the skies, leaving the violent hurricane far behind him.
Above the clouds, Ling Feng stood at the summit of the Holy Snow Mountain, greeted by a vast lake, with giant Holy Blood Lotus growing upon it.
The Holy Blood Lotus, crimson all over, was so dazzling in this white world, like clusters of flames, bringing a breath of warmth.
"I've finally arrived, I've finally reached the top of the Holy Snow Mountain!" Xiaoxue muttered to itself, its aura extremely weak. The control of Ling Feng's body using its spiritual power was quite exhausting for it.
