The bleak, killing wind was merely a backdrop; the Demon King's corpse was no more than scenery.
Ji Zhaonan dragged his spear as he walked.
White robes, silver armor—amid the howling wind and driving snow, he turned back!
It had all happened too suddenly. Life and death truly hung on an instant, on a single thought.
Shi Shanwen roared with all his strength, Xi Yanbing hurled his round shield, and both unleashed their Supernatural Powers, yet none of it helped in the slightest.
Chunyu Gui cleaved the world apart with one sword; Ji Zhaonan drove a spear through the heart.
As powerful as Ying Kexun, King of the Vast Sky, was killed cleanly and decisively on the spot.
The lifelike ice sculpture shattered into icy powder the next moment. Frost spread over the blood-red hook-scythe spear as well, until its crimson color gradually vanished.
Having consumed the corpse of a Demon King, the frigid wind seemed to grow even more piercing.
Frost wind blanketed the sky, pressing down for hundreds of thousands of feet.
Whoooosh! Whoooosh! Whoooosh!
In Frost Wind Valley, where so many lives had withered away, the tide of victory had turned!
Shi Shanwen's golden curls burned like flames, and his gaze turned vicious in an instant—dangerous to the extreme.
He opened his golden eyes once more, opened his Purple Palace Golden Eyes, and glared at Jiang Wang!
Certainly, Chunyu Gui and Ji Zhaonan had forged extraordinary tacit understanding through long years of slaughter in Frost Wind Valley. Certainly, their cooperation in killing Ying Kexun had been near flawless. But the appearance of such coordination also meant that the newly arrived Jiang Wang had, for the moment, been shut out from the trio. At this instant, he stood alone!
The frigid wind drew closer, yet Shi Shanwen no