The ice egg was finally about to shatter. The moment a thin crack appeared, a frigid aura gushed out, making the already cold space even colder.
The fissure gradually widened; it didn't split open all at once. With each new crack that appeared, more cold energy poured out, intensifying the chill in the area.
"What in the world is going on?"
Immediately after, a group of people descended from above—it was Qing Deyun and the others. Unable to wait any longer, they had come down, only to stare in a daze at the enormous ice egg.
No one knew what this thing was, nor what would await them when it finally shattered. Had the two of them perished together, or were they both still alive?
Immediately, everyone fell silent, watching the scene unfold. The surrounding cold was bone-chilling, but they paid it no mind. While the frigid air was intense, it posed no real threat to them—it wasn't the Yulan Sacred Fire, after all.
CRACK...
