Lu Kui drove the Saint Power through his body and raced through the blizzard. Unease spread through his heart like wild vines, and he could not hide the panic in each shout.
He followed the search route they had assigned earlier. Before half an incense stick had burned, he found two other team members beside an icy outcrop, shivering and pale with terror.
Then his gaze swept across the snow nearby. Blood rushed to his head, his face twisted, and his eyes nearly split with rage.
Two frozen corpses lay in the deep snow, their bodies covered in white, the gruesome wounds at their throats sealed by ice. They were the lanky team member and the middle-aged Martial Artist with a spear whom Li Yun had killed earlier.
The bodies had long since lost every trace of life. Their Saint Power had dispersed completely. There was no chance of saving them.
"Aah!!"
Lu Kui let out a heart-rending roar and slammed both fists into the ground. Countless cracks shot through the hard ice, sending snow flying.
He trembled all over. Rage and hatred nearly burned him to ash. Eyes bloodshot, he stared at the two corpses, his teeth grinding so hard that blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.
"Brat! I'll tear you limb from limb and grind your bones to dust!!"
The two surviving team members stared at their companions' bodies, their faces drained of color. Cold fear gripped them, sweeping away every trace of their earlier arrogance.
They had never imagined that the outsider they had hunted could be so formidable and ruthless. In such a short time, he had silently killed two Lower Sages. The swiftness of his methods beggared belief.
Lu Kui drew several ragged breaths, forced down his towering fury, and made himself think