An Zihao had a cold, stern face and a dignified bearing. His eyes were tightly shut, and his complexion was extremely pale. Slung across his back was an enormous brush, longer even than he was tall.
He had several wounds all over his body. They had been left behind more than a hundred thousand years ago and had yet to heal.
Ordinary wounds would naturally heal easily. These wounds were clearly anything but ordinary.
A layer of solid ice had frozen around An Zihao, enveloping his entire body. This was the final barrier protecting him.
Beneath him was an incredibly complex healing array. He was relying on this array to heal his wounds and prolong his life. The array had multiple Array Eyes, and each one stored various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for the array to draw energy from.
The places they had passed through earlier had been ablaze with raging flames, yet this place was bitterly cold. The temperature was low enough to freeze dripping water into ice.
Reaching this place meant they were safe.
Fan Lang let out a breath of relief and flew near the array An Zihao had set up.
There was a safe distance here. As long as one did not approach An Zihao, nothing would happen. But getting too close would trigger some extremely dangerous attacks, and the ice layer would freeze them to death.
If you did not court death, you would not die.
Standing outside the safe distance, Fan Lang drew out various World Creation Treasures with a backhand motion—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, all of them present.
The value of these World Creation Treasures was impossible to measure. To awaken An Zihao, Fan Lang had truly spared no expense.
Part of A Zi's dragon wings had been burned away