After the initial shock, the two grew increasingly curious.
"Who could possibly be battling Ma Fulin like this?"
"Is it one of the top figures from the first-tier group?"
The two continued to approach, gradually seeing the domain of death souls filled with ice frost even colder than ghosts. The biting cold wind cut at their faces, yet it didn't diminish their desire to explore.
Ice Magic!
The one dueling with Bone Bell Maphalin was a wizard specializing in ice magic!
Who in the southern region wielded such powerful strength as an ice wizard?
In a certain moment, a pure white ice blade, like the ancient dragon's fangs, sliced through layers of ghostly barriers. Amidst endless frost and snow, a tall figure clad in silver armor and wreathed in ice and snow appeared.
Upon clearly seeing who was combating Ma Fulin, and feeling the spiritual power emanating from them...
The expressions on the faces of the two Level 3 Wizards instantly froze.
