C1234 Finger to Cover the Sky Root Glass

A gentle breeze caressed the Northern Frosty Wasteland. The silent atmosphere was especially desolate.

Figures could be seen standing in the air like statues. No one uttered a sound.

The silence between the heaven and earth was frightful, enough to cause chills to run down one's spine.

It was only when an elder of Heaven Trampling Sect spoke, trembling with fear.

"Impossible