Ancient Emperor Corpse in Hand

"Hmm?"

Wei Suo's gaze flashed. As if he had suddenly discovered something, he flew down toward the space between several ice mountains.

"What's going on?" Bei Lingwei and the others had no idea what Wei Suo intended. After exchanging glances, they immediately followed him down.

Wei Suo halted below the mountainsides of several icebergs. Ice walls stood all around, and snow still drifted through the sky above. Unless one was a cultivator who had entered this region of ice mountains, it was likely impossible to discover that he had acted here.

"Just now, it seemed there was a demonic beast of no low rank. It appeared to have fled into that ice crevice." Seeing Bei Lingwei and the others follow, Wei Suo pointed toward an ice fissure to the left and said.

"It's only a demonic beast. It is normal enough for this place to have demonic beasts of considerable rank, but once it has escaped, it is generally difficult to find again." Hearing Wei Suo's words, Bei Lingwei immediately relaxed and revealed his trademark faint smile.

"Let's go!"

Wei Suo glanced at Ling Longtian and moved closer to Bei Lingwei's group of three, looking as though he had lost interest and was preparing to leave with them.

"Go." The instant Bei Lingwei and the others turned around, Ling Longtian acted. A veil of gray spiritual light flashed into being.

At the same time, Wei Suo's divine sense pressure bore down on the three of them at full force.

Whoosh!

A snow-white divine light shaped like a three-edged spike shot from Bei Lingwei's body. In an instant, Bei Lingwei appeared three hundred li away, while Long Muxing, clad in cyan Refined Gold Armor, and Duan Wuya, the elegant black-robed scholar, were utterly unable to resist as they were enveloped by