500 Years of Cultivation!

Even though it was only an illusion, Su Jingxing found it incredibly realistic.

He stretched out his hand, a cold wind blew past, and lifted a snowflake on his palm.

Looking up into the distance, the white snow stretched endlessly into the sky.

The air around him was cold, damp, and bone-piercing.

Even through his shoes, he could feel the snow crunching beneath his feet.

Unfortunately…

"Fake means fake!"

Su Jingxing yelled, concentrating fully.

Whoosh!

He channeled more than a hundred meters of his soul power, and the illusion that was interfering with Su Jingxing's consciousness disappeared immediately.

Not far from him, the Giant Silver-Winged Wolf was pouncing at him with its gaping mouth.

Boom!

Su Jingxing threw a punch.