C2468 No Cure

Yuwen Xiongtian just smiled.

The temperature at the entrance of the Divine Ruins of Boundless Ridge seemed to have dropped to -100 degrees Celsius.

Cold.

It was bone-chilling cold.

Many of the Martial Cultivator present were trembling uncontrollably.

Just how strong was Yuwen Xiongtian!

He just smiled.

The power that was created could not be underestimated