Tian Xinghuo's large paw pinched Jiao Su's nape, applying gentle pressure, ready to snap Jiao Su's neck at any moment.
Jiao Su let out a bitter laugh.
"You make a good point. I really don't need to make things easy for him.
"But, I truly don't know where he went."
...
Woo...
Inside the Heluo Treasure Vault, the snowstorm intensified!
The howling wind wailed, tearing through the sky with a piercing whistle!
The snow curtain blurred vision, and even mixed with tiny ice crystals as white hair snow began to fall!
In the boundless Great Treasure Vault, there were mountains, hills, and ruins.
And as the white hair snow swept through, behind stones shielding from the wind, in caves avoiding the wind, at snowy corners, Immortal Technique Masters unprepared were covered by snow, from head to face to body, gradually stiffening, encased in ice, turning into ice sculptures.
