The night wind blew, white snow stirred up cold mist, the flaming red bamboo forest glowed faintly, and fragments of golden bamboo leaves shook down rays of light.
Qin Ming broke through the barrier, arriving at the Nine Layers of Spiritual Realm, filled with joy, yet he remained composed, continuing to retract the natural spirit field.
In the mountainous forest, it was bitterly cold, yet the hearts of the two teams were ablaze with excitement, each individual's delight was evident, and pairs of eyes were sparkling.
"Congratulations, Brother!" Cui Wu said with a smile.
"Haha, congratulations to us both! With you and me joining forces, this Creation belongs to both of us!" The Old Blade Master laughed heartily, in his excitement, two strong ram horns appeared on his head, and black hair grew on his face.
Their joy was genuine, but exchanging congratulations was just superficial; their alliance was temporary, as they needed to join forces to break through this place.
