"Anyway, with the boss here, there's nothing to worry about."
The Demon Emperor's carefree manner left Yilu and the other Frost Elves somewhat baffled.
Since he knew about the once-in-a-million-years heavenly catastrophe, he naturally understood what that name represented.
An irresistible disaster, the destruction of civilization, the changing of eras.
Ninety-nine percent of the races in this world would perish in all manner of natural disasters, leaving behind no trace and remembered by no one, silently vanishing into the tides of history.
But then again, who was this boss?
Some special codename?
Yilu found it a little strange, but she did not ask further. Someone from the Council of Elders would question him later; it was not something she needed to interfere with.
"So what exactly did you come here for?"
The Demon Emperor broke off another chunk of ice and crunched it down like a snack, swallowing it.
The ice deep within the Endless Snowfield tasted quite good, rich in spiritual energy, with a sweet flavor if one savored it carefully.
The deeper one went, the tastier the ice became.
Though the very depths were seawater, its flavor was as clearly distinct from ice as the Jing and Wei rivers.
Whether it was the effect of spiritual energy or some other reason, no one knew.
The Demon Emperor had little interest in it.
Fan Chengtian, Wen Tianji, Yue Ling, and the others would probably be delighted to seek out the answer. After all, they always wasted their time on incomprehensible things; he simply could not understand what went on in their heads.
"We have come to invite you to the Sky Dome Temple," Yilu answered.
"Sure, let's go." The Demon Emperor agreed casually. The appearance of these Frost Elves happened to satisfy his curiosity about the Ice and Snow