Xiang Qingcheng's breathtaking face bore a fierce, domineering sharpness, and her sword river surged. Her spirit was so imposing that it yielded to no man. Unlike Luo Qing, who was like an elf beneath the moon, she possessed an entirely different style, yet both had a beauty that set hearts pounding.
Though there were many frost giant wolves—nearly three hundred in all—their strength ranged from the Tenth Tier to the twelfth tier. After the Snowfield Demon Deer's slaughter, fewer than a hundred of the many powerful figures present remained. Yet every one of those fewer-than-a-hundred experts was at the great cultivator level. Among them were even powerhouses at the true-intent level, such as Xun Hong and the Dark Nightmare Ghost King. At that moment, influenced by the two sections of dragon bone, the Snowfield Demon Deer's dragon-origin power was suppressed to a certain extent. As a result, its control over the ice-elemental power within its domain had declined drastically. The deer-headed monsters formed from the flying snow earlier had also disappeared by sixty percent, leaving less than half their former battle strength.
Without the aid of the Snowfield Demon Deer's domain power, these frost giant wolves were no match for the experts of the various races.
One mournful scream after another rang out. Large numbers of ice-snow demon wolf corpses collapsed across the ravaged glacier, their bloodstains mottling the ice. Lu Xiaotian had still been controlling the Sword Embryo Domain to kill the frost giant wolves earlier, but later he focused purely on capturing the demon infants of the ice phoenix giant wolves. At that moment, the powerful figures only sought to kill or severely wound the frost giant wolves as quickly as possible and render them incapable of fighting. Thus, unlike usual, they had not deliberately destroyed their demon