Su Que recklessly channeled the cultivation technique of the Nine Yin Corpse Claw.
Strands of massive, eerie, white cold air burst out from him as the center, spreading in all directions.
Afterwards, they turned in a curve and surrounded the space above his head.
If there were bystanders present, it would resemble eerie, white fireworks burning atop the mountain.
The ground beneath him was covered with a layer of grey-white frost, continuing to spread to all sides.
The trees atop the mountain, touched by the eerie, white cold air, also became coated with a layer of grey-white frost.
The temperature in the area dropped suddenly, completely dispelling the summer heat.
The entire mountain top exuded an aura of deathly stillness.
Su Que's long hair floated upwards with the cold air of the Nine Yin Corpse Claw.
His determined and handsome face was also rendered pale by this cold air.
