Withdrawal

The yin wind wailed.

Black clouds still churned across the sky, layer upon layer, crushing down with unbearable oppression.

Ghost Fire Prefect had already fled in defeat. He had not waited for Painted Skin Rakshasa to open up the situation in River of Forgetfulness Immortal City before he could no longer hold on and withdrew from the battlefield first.

Yet the greatest factor behind this outcome—the Nether Dragon Shears—was now sealed within an ice coffin, utterly motionless, as silent as death itself.

Outside the ice coffin, the towering Earth Fiend Filth God had discovered that all manner of spells would be frozen by the coffin and turned into fuel. It could only strike with fists and feet in succession, constantly battering the ice coffin and sending countless gusts of frigid air and frost powder flying.

The ice coffin had been transformed from the entire Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. Though it trembled and suffered damage, neither was severe. It was plain to see that it could still hold out for a long while.

As for Its true body—the River of Forgetfulness Prefect—it remained hidden within a tributary of the Wangchuan River, rapidly recovering in slumber.

The Earth Fiend Filth God could not help growing restless. "The Nether Dragon Shears have been separated from the true body. Without the reinforcement of that providence, I fear even more unfavorable changes may arise."

"Hm?"

The sacrificial altar suddenly changed. Its bloody radiance intensified once more, and the flowing light took on the luster of polished jade.

Seeing this, the Earth Fiend Filth God's agitated aura eased somewhat. "Luo Si has done well. The blood sacrifice is about to be completed."

"He has proven his ability. Hmph, the other generals fear responsibility and cannot shoulder great tasks!"

"After this, he must be promoted at