In front of him, the ground was covered with white snow, and what he saw was filled with dense wind and snow.
Here, it was a cold white world.
But within this whiteness, there was also a hint of an obscure, dark glow.
Being in this place made one first feel an overwhelming sense of oppression.
That feeling of shortness of breath seemed to urgently need some explosive release.
Impatience, discomfort, pain, all needed to be endured.
Under constant endurance, one's mind becomes more fragile, unbearable, even fatal.
The Ice Venerable's Spiritual Consciousness looked at the proud yet painful figure 98 miles ahead, his face changing drastically.
He certainly knew how difficult it was to traverse this Wind Snow Netherworld Road.
He also knew the sensations and experiences at that distance, how intense it was.
The wind and snow on the Netherworld Road had a strong effect on attacking one's spirit.
