"Roar!"
Just as Ye Guichen stood on the ice wall admiring the vast, overwhelming white scene, a beast's roar sounded.
In mid-air, a dragon was circling.
The dragon bowed its head, as if paying respects to Ye Guichen.
Ye Guichen recognized it, it was the dragon he had raised.
He waved his hand.
The dragon turned around and flew along the ice wall.
This ice wall was wider than imagined, stretching hundreds of meters, as if naturally formed.
After arriving on the ice wall, Ye Guichen didn't rush, but walked forward step by step.
At the edge of the ice wall, he saw mixed red blood stains, evidently frequent battles occur at the edge, resulting in injuries.
Snow began to fall from the sky.
Softly drifting, the other side of the ice wall seems to be another world.
After waiting for a while, seven barbarians and Zhu Biao also came up.
They had seen the scenery on this side of the ice wall before, so unlike Ye Guichen, they weren't surprised.
