At the peak of the mountain, Xiao Ye let out a wolf howl and lunged at Bing Ya.
Bing Ya gently rose, a mysterious smile appearing on her face. Then, an extremely terrifying icy aura erupted from her delicate body, sweeping outwards with Bing Ya at the center, freezing everything in its path.
Bing Ya's hair flew wildly, even her strands emitted light, exuding an aura of holiness, like an ice goddess, inviolable.
Even with Xiao Ye's cultivation, he found it difficult to resist the bone-chilling cold, feeling as if his blood was about to freeze.
"Xuanwu Realm!"
Xiao Ye's steps halted, as if struck by lightning, his expression dazed. The aura emanating from Bing Ya had astonishingly reached the Xuanwu Realm, and it was not just someone who had merely entered it.
"How is this possible?" Xiao Ye was full of disbelief, his mind clouded, feeling as if he was dreaming.
There's no need to elaborate on how difficult it is to achieve the Xuanwu State.