Above the layer of ice.
Other than the lone barren island, there was the boundless snow and ice.
The howling wind swept across heaven and earth, as the heavy snow fell flutteringly from overhead.
Watching the Wind God Envoy approaching like a specter, Jiang Ning once again fired an arrow from his hand.
The arrow had barely left the string and was still in midair.
Another iron arrow appeared in his hand.
He then drew the bow once more, pulling the string to full draw, the power of wind and thunder surging into the arrow, the surrounding storm's energy also pouring into it, as sparks of electricity began to flicker.
On the other side.
The Wind God Envoy faced the arrow shooting straight at him, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
He had just witnessed what happened to Guardian Xing when he was careless.
Receiving an arrow with his fist, he was shot beneath the ice layer, and still had not resurfaced.
With such a lesson before him, how could he afford to be careless?
