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A few minutes later.
In the forest blanketed in ice and snow above the Underground Black Market.
The jungle was silent in the dead of night, while the bitter wind howled.
The temperature had reached a staggering 75°C; even one's breath would instantly freeze into ice crystals!
Beneath an enormous snow cedar, an aged figure stood alone.
His face was filled with profound desolation, his aura weak and listless, like a candle flickering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
Ordinary people could only control treasures to a limited extent, depending on the depth of their cultivation. After all, even cultivators possessed limited spiritual awareness and magical power. Yet the old alms bowl in Greedless Daoist's hand was clearly an extraordinary treasure.
Faced with Luo Yi's attack, the boss directly summoned two clones to meet him. As for the true body, it showed no intention of making a move. Or rather, in the boss's eyes, defeating Luo Yi did not require the true body's intervention.
Qin Zheng added, "When the Lich and demon races fell into decline, they naturally banded together. Between the two races, ambiguous relationships were unavoidable, eventually giving rise to a race of Lich-demon hybrids. They possessed demons' blood power, Great Witches' foresight, and all manner of innate abilities."
When had Netherworld experts ever seen such a terrifying sight? It was already no easy feat that none of them had wet themselves in fright.
"Luo Shi's biological father. To many people, he was a godlike existence," Li Chong said.
"Thank you for informing me. Lion can settle this matter. I only hope you will allow my hundred thousand demon clansmen to go and subdue them," Lion said.
The man answered with a serious expression. He was very solemn; everything he had done