After Xia Liu exerted the Power of Righteous Law.
The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly plummeted.
In an instant, the sky turned to haze, snowflakes falling from the mist.
Drip...
The snowflakes pierced through the Power of Righteous Law, landing on Xia Liu.
It was like raindrops falling into an ancient well, ripples spreading out in waves.
At the same time, Xia Liu's eyes flared with anger.
Only because an extreme coldness exploded from the depths of his soul.
Instantly spreading throughout his entire body.
"Unusual snow!"
The flying snow chilled Xia Liu's soul but could not deter his determination to retrieve the sword.
Xia Liu waved his hand: "Heavenly Gang Holy Fire!"
The Power of Righteous Law remained, and he was protected by the Heavenly Gang Holy Fire.
Xia Liu's situation improved slightly.
But the cold still attacked his body.
His steps slowed down.
Yet he continued to move forward.
