At the summit of Mount Taiyin.
Wang Yuan stood quietly where he was, his face ice-cold.
Several glaring blossoms of blood still stained the hem of his Confucian robe, as though they had splashed onto it only moments ago.
After remaining silent for a long while, Wang Yuan finally calmed down and raised his head to look ahead.
Most of the surrounding ice had shattered, as though a great battle had taken place here earlier.
Even the enormous iceberg used to seal the Ox-Demon Evil Spirit had been completely destroyed.
The Ox-Demon Evil Spirit that had originally been sealed inside had now had its massive body severed into five pieces, each firmly pinned to the ice by a huge ice sword.
Yet even so, the Ox-Demon Evil Spirit had not died.
Its pitch-black eyes still glared at Wang Yuan in the distance with boundless resentment, wishing it could swallow him alive and tear him limb from limb.
Unfortunately, in its current state, it could do little more than wrap its dense ghostly aura around the giant ice swords, attempting to corrode them away.
Wang Yuan merely watched quietly and did not stop it.
However, a trace of concern involuntarily flashed through his brows.
This Ox-Demon Evil Spirit was likely only one step away from breaking through into an Evil-Grade Spirit.
Although he could suppress it and even heavily injure it with his peak four-star strength, completely exterminating it would be troublesome.
After all, even the weakest Evil-Grade Spirit possessed strength equivalent to a three-star Demon Suppression Envoy.
And three-star Demon Suppression Envoys were among the handful of supreme experts in the entire Demon Suppression Division.
Thus, the appearance of any Evil-Grade Spirit would be no small disaster for the entire Great Brilliance Dynasty.
Fortunately, this Ox-Demon Evil Spirit had been