In the Northern Darkness Deep Sea, his importance would inevitably diminish drastically;
In his master's eyes, his standing would slide down day by day, perhaps until he was forgotten entirely...
At the thought, Ice Peng's heart blazed with anxiety. Veins throbbed at his temples as he fretted like a swarm of ants scurrying over burning coals.
He wished he could rush forward at once and stop Eastern Emperor Taiyi's killing move!
But the other's cultivation was simply too terrifying. The gap between them was like clouds and mud.
That crushing pressure alone had already stiffened his limbs and slowed his Spiritual Sense, making even the slightest movement of his hand incomparably difficult.
He desperately drove his Divine Sense in struggle, magic power boiling through his body like surging water, Yet before that all-pervading, mountain-heavy might, it all dispersed without a sound, without the slightest response.
That suffocating helplessness nearly drove him into a dead end.
He had never imagined that what he had thought was merely an ordinary assignment
Would lead him headlong into such an unshakable boulder—
No, what boulder was this?
It was clearly an entire ingot of tempered black iron!
Crash into it, and death or crippling injury was certain; a bloodied, shattered head would be the least of it!
Regret churned through Ice Peng like overturning seas as he watched his subordinates perish one after another, his internal organs twisting into knots.
Had he known this would happen, when he received his master's secret order, he should have made excuses and withdrawn, steering far around this baleful star!
Now, even whether he could preserve his own life hung by a thread...
No!
The situation was rapidly sliding into the worst abyss. He absolutely could not sit still and await slaughter!
Just as despair was about to