The deep-blue footprints still lingered on the snowfields at the edge of Blackfire Land, not daring to step into the Warm Enclave.
Frost Trolls and Snow Giants could race across the snowfields like the wind, using escape arts to flee thousands of miles in an instant.
But on warm ground, they had nowhere to hide and could not use escape arts. Every move they made would be noticed by dragons. Just like Frost Da now, the moment he stepped into Blackfire Land, the Shadowflame Dragon and Torrent Dragon would surely attack at once.
Last time, Frost Da had cautiously avoided the Torrent Scale Tower.
But he had run into a sneak attack from the Little Dream Dragon.
Once bitten by a snake, twice shy of a rope.
As a Frost Troll, Frost Da also feared encountering danger again and having another finger or arm bitten off. He had already lost his Snow Giant. Every sneak attack now meant losing his own strength.
But he had to retrieve the Extreme Ice Sacred Artifact.
After a long while.
The dark-blue footprints seemed to have made some decision and resolutely stepped onto the territory of Blackfire Land.
He moved cautiously, stopping and starting along the way.
He feared that exposing even the slightest trace of his aura would draw the Torrent Dragon or Shadowflame Dragon.
Seeing that Frost Da was about to reach the inhabited regions of Blackfire Land, Russell frowned. "We can't let Frost Da go any deeper. Once a battle breaks out, who knows how many serfs will die... Ice Cream, suck him!"
"Caw!" The Little Dream Dragon had long since grown impatient. At Russell's words, he aimed at the dark-blue footprints and took a huge breath in.
The next moment.
The dark-blue footprints trembled violently, and Frost Da's outline appeared