C180 Training the Soul

In the Ice Soul Hell, Yim Ling was wearing thin clothes. He walked forward while facing the cold wind. Every step he took sank deep into the snow.

"Phew ~" He exhaled, and just as he appeared, he turned into ice particles and fell to the ground.

After stretching his stiff body, Yim Ling raised his head and looked forward. The snow mountain in the distance was no longer invisible