"Squeak squeak squeak squeak!"
The Frostsky Weasel standing in midair suddenly drew all the black Ghost Beast aura around its body back within itself. On its back bloomed a pair of black wings that blotted out the sky, even more exaggerated than its hundred-foot body.
The wings resembled bat wings, pure ink-black, standing in stark contrast to the Frostsky Weasel's immaculate white fur.
Having unleashed his complete Ghost Beast form, Frost Lord felt the surging power within him, no longer restrained. The smile on his face could no longer be suppressed, and he shrieked with wild laughter.
How long had it been since he had controlled all his own power? He could no longer remember...
Though this power could only be his briefly for now, and he had to find a host body as soon as possible.
Still, during this time, he was invincible! "Since you know this lord's past, you should also know this lord's true strength. Then how dare you not submit with heartfelt conviction and bow your head in worship?" Frost Lord's black eyes fixed on Rao Yaoyao.
Though he spoke those words, the wings on his back gave a light flap, and the mighty power of a Demi-Saint descended like the sky itself.
Amid a thunderous crash, the massive torture instruments in the Unforgiven Hall all froze, cracked, and crashed down.
Every node maintaining the seals was frozen apart by the terrifying pressure, leaving no further chance for a certain Southern Domain evil cultivator surnamed Chen to form a sealing array.
At the same time, nearly ninety-nine percent of all that pressure from a peak Demi-Saint was directed at Rao Yaoyao alone.
Frost Lord knew that after one failed sneak attack, everyone would be on guard.
At present, this Sword Deity was his most pressing opponent.