In the westernmost Cloud Ridge of the First Heaven, there was a space-time portal that was a hundred feet square.
Zhang Xing came to the portal and stepped in.
A moment later, there was a flash of light, and a world of ice and snow appeared in front of him.
In one breath, the raging cold wind was blowing southward, but in the next breath, it was blowing eastward.
There was no pattern at all.
"How did I get teleported here?"
Zhang Xing knew that this should be the cold land in the north of the Second Heaven.
It was also the last territory of the human race.
The space-time teleportation was random and there was no fixed location.
Zhang Xing looked around and found that it was even worse than the rumors.
Some people said that the cold land in the north was barren and cold all year round.
But the air was good.
Now it seemed that it was not good at all.
Walking on the road, he had been suffering from the cold wind.
Ordinary people could not survive here at all.
Cultivators had to circulate their spiritual power to resist the cold outside.
However, such a bad climate had no effect on the Immortal State and Saint State.
The reserve forces of a race were all developed from the lowest level of the race.
Obviously, the human race here had reached a point where it was difficult to continue.
Zhang Xing identified the direction and flew south.
After flying for an hour, Zhang Xing's expression suddenly changed and he looked at an ice mountain on the ground in the distance.
There was a group of people fighting at the foot of the ice mountain.
To Zhang Xing's surprise, he saw people from the Flood Dragon Clan. There were not many of them, only six of them.
They were fighting with more than ten young people of the human race.
The young people of the human race were obviously no match for the Flood Dragon Clan.
At this time, five or six young people had been injured.
The remaining people were also knocked to the ground in panic and lost the ability to fight back.
"Haha!
Human brats, you are unlucky. We took the 10,000-year-old Ice Spirit Grass and your lives! "
The one who spoke was a white-faced Flood Dragon. From his appearance, he was not old.
"You are a group of cold-blooded bandits and executioners!"
A young man in a black robe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said hatefully.
"Haha!
You are humans and we are demons. We are irreconcilable.
Now that you humans can't take it anymore, it's our turn to eat you humans, haha! "
Another flood dragon, whose mouth was as big as a toad's, laughed.
As the large-mouthed flood dragon spoke, it walked unhurriedly in front of a young man.
With a ferocious smile on his face, he slowly raised his foot and stepped on the face of a young human lying on the ground.
"Tsk tsk!
Soft skin and tender meat are my favorite! "
The large-mouthed flood dragon said as it scratched the young man's face with the tip of its foot.
In the face of such humiliation, the young man and his companions around him were so angry that their eyes were spitting fire, and their teeth were grinding.
However, they did not have the ability to fight back. They could only lie on the ground and endure the humiliation.
"Then I'll have a taste first. It's not easy to come here, so it's worth it to be able to eat fresh human meat!"
As the Large-Mouth Flood Dragon spoke, it twisted its neck with all its might, and suddenly, its neck extended by more than a meter.
Then, his entire head turned into the head of a flood dragon.
Huala!
The saliva in the big mouth spilled onto the young man's face, almost making him faint.
The flood dragon could not wait any longer. It opened its mouth and bit down on the young man's thigh.
"Jiang Han!"
"Stop!"
Two terrified and helpless voices came from the mouths of the young men lying on the ground.