Flying all the way, Xiao Yi encountered no more obstacles.
After just a few hours, he had crossed the Ice and Snow County and left the Snowy Sacred Mountain, returning to the skies above the Extreme Cold Rift.
Thud... Thud...
Two muffled sounds echoed over the snowy ground.
The Flame Martial King and Bai Mohan heavily fell into the thick snow.
"Extreme Cold Rift?" Their faces drastically changed.
Feeling the chill of the fierce Gang Wind blowing continuously around them, a bone-piercing cold made them shiver uncontrollably.
"Xiao Yi, what do you intend to do?" the Flame Martial King asked with an intensity belying his inner trepidation.
Xiao Yi remained silent, simply walking to the edge of the rift to peer down.
Finally, he turned around to stare coldly at the two men.
"I went out of my way to bring you here from the East Sea Fortress, originally wanting to take your lives in front of Elder Yi."
