Mythical Cultivation

"This incident was caused by the secret treasure in the other party's possession! Alas, it's all my fault for a moment of carelessness. But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, the Netherworld Tower is here to protect me. Just wait and see how I escape." As soon as Elder Ding finished speaking, his hands danced like a phantom. In an instant, a snake-like monster, emitting a biting cold aura, suddenly appeared before his eyes. The snake was enormous, as thick as a thigh and several feet long. Its body even sprouted several razor-sharp claws. Its entire body was covered in scales as translucent as ice crystals. From a distance, it looked like a magnificent, ingenious ice sculpture.

"Old Ding, what kind of monster is this? Why does it have legs? Could it be... the legendary dragon? It's so majestic!" Huang Hao, who witnessed such a magical sight, was filled with astonishment and couldn't help asking Old Ding.

Facing Huang Hao's doubts, Old Ding smiled slightly and explained patiently: "Dragon? Haha, if my strength was at its peak, perhaps I could indeed summon the complete form of that god-level beast. Unfortunately, I am no longer the same as I used to be, so there is no such possibility at the moment. In fact, this is just an ice chi. It is a monster with the potential to evolve into a giant dragon. It is on the same level as the Jiaolong and Qionglong." Having said that, Old Ding cast his gaze on the majestic ice chi, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

At that moment, the Ice Chi suddenly appeared, seemingly descending from the sky! Instantly, a bone-chilling chill swept over, causing the temperature within a radius of several feet to plummet, as if instantly plunging from the scorching heat of summer into the bitter cold of winter. The air, once so hot that it made one's throat burn with unbearable heat, was now filled with a damp, humid vapor.

However, the raging, surging flames seemed to sense a provocation and threat. Like enraged beasts, they lunged at the Ice Chi with bared fangs and claws, determined to devour the beast that dared to defy their will. But the Ice Chi was no pushover. Facing the onslaught of the flames, it showed no fear. It opened its maw and suddenly unleashed a stream of piercing cold air. Like an impenetrable sword, this cold air abruptly stopped the raging flames, preventing them from advancing even a single step.

For a moment, the flames and the cold air fiercely confronted each other in mid-air, entangled with each other, and emitted bursts of sharp hissing sounds. Soon, a thick fog rose into the sky, and then this fog gradually spread, eventually engulfing the flames and cold air in the vast sky and earth.

Elder Ding watched this scene with a chuckle of delight. He acted decisively, issuing orders, sending the Ice Chi as the vanguard, clearing the way ahead. He followed closely behind, cautiously advancing. Along the way, the flaming flames at the Ice Chi's side were stabbed down by its occasional blasts of cold energy. Occasionally, the Ice Chi would whip its powerful tail around, sweeping the flames several meters away like fallen leaves in an autumn wind.

Just like that, after a short, arduous journey of just a hundred or two hundred meters, the once enormous and majestic Ice Chi had undergone a dramatic transformation—now shrunken to the thickness of an arm and less than a meter long. Instead of seeming intimidating, the Ice Chi now exuded a uniquely endearing aura, inspiring a sense of pity and endearment.

However, at this time Huang Hao also escaped from the area of ​​blazing flames, which made him sigh in his heart, he finally got out.

Wu Ming, who had been hiding far away, immediately stepped forward quickly when he saw Huang Hao's figure, and asked with concern: "That's great! We are so lucky that you are safe and sound! I didn't expect that guy to have such a powerful Flame Pearl in his hand. If I had known that he had such a treasure, I would have used the Heavenly Thunder Pearl without hesitation." In fact, Wu Ming knew very well in his heart that Huang Hao was no ordinary person, and the defensive magic weapons he possessed were at least of high grade, so he was not too surprised that Huang Hao was able to escape from the raging flames.

Huang Hao gently patted the dust off his body and responded in a steady tone: "It's okay, we really didn't know in advance that he actually had such a trump card. But then again, your Heavenly Thunder Seed is incredibly powerful. Even a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage would probably be seriously injured if he is not careful. As for whether the enemy can withstand the bombardment of the Heavenly Thunder Seed, it is still unknown, so we still have to be more careful." After speaking, Huang Hao looked up into the distance, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance.

At this time, Wu Ming continued, "Well, I've been keeping a close eye on it, but so far I haven't noticed anyone coming out."

However, just as he finished speaking, a deafening, earth-shattering explosion erupted from the area enveloped by the lightning! Then, everyone saw a figure slowly emerge from the dusty area—a figure in disarray, tattered and tattered, yet beneath its skin, a gleaming inner armor was visible. It was none other than Zhang Tianming!

Zhang Tianming had exerted all his strength, at great cost, to narrowly escape Tian Leizi's terrifying minefield. He was now in a state of disarray, not only having his two priceless magical instruments destroyed, but he himself had also been severely wounded. If it weren't for his top-grade magical inner armor that had protected him at that critical moment, he would have perished! Yet, at this moment, he couldn't help but ponder, "I imagine Huang Hao must have been engulfed in the raging flames, perishing..."

When Zhang Tianming finally escaped the terrifying minefield, he fully expected to seize this opportunity to capture the remaining men and put an end to the threat. Unexpectedly, upon emerging, he was greeted by the unharmed, unharmed Huang Hao! This sudden sight was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, sending him plummeting into an icy cellar. His original plans vanished in an instant. He knew full well that he had missed his chance and had no chance of victory.

After a split second of deliberation and consideration, Zhang Tianming knew the mission was doomed to failure. However, saving his own life was clearly more important. After all, sacrificing one's life for a mission entrusted to him by someone else simply wasn't worth the risk. So, without hesitation, he cast aside all distractions, completely ignoring the strange looks from the two people beside him. With a sudden turn, he leaped onto the flying sword, streaking off into the distance like a meteor chasing the moon, vanishing in an instant without a trace, without a trace of regret.