Snow and wind filled the sky, and the cold wind howled...
Zhu Fei found himself in this extremely cold environment, where it felt like he was constantly being cut by endless swords.
As he ventured deeper, the sword-like cutting became even more intense and fierce.
It wasn't until Zhu Fei had ventured dozens of miles into it that mysterious wounds began to appear on his sturdy Magic Body, with traces of blood seeping out.
What a violent Body Cultivation Land.
Zhu Fei sighed inwardly. By now, even with his Physical Body Cultivation, he had to stop temporarily.
He was well aware that if he continued forward, the severity of the environment ahead would increase violently, by a hundredfold or even a thousandfold.
Facing such a harsh environment, Zhu Fei admitted that his current Physical Body Cultivation couldn't withstand it, at least not now.
