There Are Snowy Swords And Frost At Cang Mountain (3)

Wind and snow whirled around the blurry figures. Moving clockwise through the air, it gradually formed countless lines. It appeared like the woolen balls woven in private residences or like the silk from the spring silkworms in Jiangnan. It formed into a ball and completely enveloped the figures caught in danger within it.

This white snowball was not still. On the contrary, it moved toward Taiji Palace at an astonishing speed. No one knew what kind of thoughts the aces inside used to ensure that the quickly spinning strands of snow were not sliced apart into scattered snow by the wind.

When Thirteenth Wang and Haitang swept out of Taiji Palace, they had opened two doors. Taiji Palace was like a giant beast crafted from shadow with its mouth wide open, preparing to swallow the large and round snowball into its pitch black abdomen.