What shocked him even more was—
Where had these ice locks come from?
There had clearly been no third person in the cave!
Hurried footsteps and Zhan Kong's roar came from outside.
After learning that Zhang Xiaohou and Mo Fan had lured away the Netherworld Wolf, allowing the main force to escape successfully,
he had been extremely anxious.
Such brave and resourceful talents absolutely could not be allowed to come to harm!
"Mo Fan! Zhang Xiaohou!"
When Zhan Kong rushed into the cave,
he saw this very scene.
The Ghost Wolf Beast was tightly bound by seven ice locks.
It had already become an ice sculpture.
Meanwhile, Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou stood dumbly to one side.
Though bedraggled,
they were clearly still alive.
Zhan Kong let out a sigh of relief.
But immediately after,
his gaze was drawn to those ice locks.
His pupils abruptly contracted.
These ice locks... no, this wasn't right!
He had seen ordinary Ice Lock: Bone Grinding before.
But these before him were completely different.
They were more solid.
Their magical patterns were several times more complex.
The chill they gave off made even him, a High-tier Mage, feel a tremor of fear.
More importantly, the source of these ice locks... was not inside the cave!
Zhan Kong could sense it.
These ice locks extended from an incredibly distant place.
They had pierced through space.
They ignored distance.
They had precisely locked onto the Ghost Wolf Beast here.
What kind of terrifying control was this?
What kind of precise spatial targeting?
"Head Instructor,"
Zhang Xiaohou spoke weakly.
"Was this magic cast by you?"
Zhan Kong slowly shook his head.
His voice was dry.
"It wasn't me."
He walked over to the ice locks.
He reached out and touched them.
A bone-piercing chill instantly spread up