Chapter 383: Flying-Horned Ichthyosaurus
A world of ice and snow.
Snowflakes fluttered down.
A piercing cold wind swept across the land.
Qin Sang channeled spiritual power to shield himself, warding off the biting wind as he curiously observed his surroundings.
The moment Wandering Man touched the small herb, everything around them shattered like an illusion—ephemeral as flowers reflected in water, fleeting as moonlight in a mirror. In an instant, the entire world changed.
It was only then that those caught in the scene realized that the seemingly lifelike vegetation had been nothing more than an illusion.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, merging seamlessly with the vast expanse of falling snow, rendering everything invisible.
The wind howled fiercely.
The ground transformed into a frozen plain.
Before their eyes stretched a boundless world of white, the wind and snow cutting like blades as they lashed against Qin Sang and Wandering Man.
Qin Sang couldn't help but wonder. If a mere mortal stood here, would they already have been stripped of flesh, their body torn to shreds by the raging storm?