Zhao Ya accelerated once again.
Suddenly,
it felt like he had crossed an invisible boundary, and his view suddenly widened.
The white mist of the Wuyang Sea loomed in the distance, and the sound of the tide, along with the crackling of snow hardened by the cold, rolled into his ears.
Zhao Ya slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling his whole body burning.
He raised his arm to look and saw his skin was turning purple-red, which appeared quite bizarre.
However, his liver was working at full capacity, so this purple-red color was fading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a blink, Zhao Ya's state returned to normal.
Only then did Zhao Ya completely relax, and then he turned back to look.
He saw that large areas within the strange stone forest were now shrouded in this purple-red mist.
This color was extremely glaring in the nearly pure white snow world.
