Watching Frost God and his daughter circulate their qi, Jiang Liu fell into deep thought.
The Nether Race was indeed far weaker now than it had been before.
This was the goal the Heavenly Dao had always sought to achieve.
The main problem now was that the Frost Race itself was not strong enough either.
The entire Frost Race, including Frost God and Han Yi, had only seventeen Saint Realm experts.
There were even only two second-stage Saint Realm experts: Frost God and Han Bai.
In the previous great battle, Frost God and Han Bai had joined forces, yet Nether God had beaten them so thoroughly that they had been utterly powerless to fight back.
Now, one of the Frost Race's second-stage Saint Realm experts, Frost God, was injured. Judging by the look of things, he would probably find it difficult even to take the battlefield.
Han Xiao was dead, Han Luo had been captured, and only fourteen Saint Realm experts remained.
Now that Han Yue had advanced, they had two second-stage Saint Realm experts.
On the Nether Race's side, there were ten Saint Realm powerhouses.
Now that one, Nether Yao, had escaped, nine remained.
However, Ming Gan was at the second stage, while Nether God was even at the third stage.
Most importantly, those two battle puppets were still there.
If even Han Luo had been refined into a battle puppet and evolved to the second stage,
then if they could not break through the battle puppets' defenses and kill them, the Frost Race could truly be said to be in grave danger!
Judging by Nether God's way of doing things, he would probably stop at nothing to truly rule the entire Abyssal Hell. Even refining the Nether Race's Saint Realm experts into battle puppets would not be beyond