Within the pillar of light, an aged phantom slowly emerged.
The phantom wore ancient icy robes, white hair hanging loose, his eyes like ten-thousand-year cold pools. Though his form was illusory, he radiated a pressure far surpassing that of a Dou Zun.
A Demi-Saint.
The ancestor of Ice River Valley.
The instant he appeared, all the ice and snow around the entire Snake Valley seemed to have found their master.
The snake-type magical beasts trembled in fear.
Qing Lin's face went pale, and her Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils nearly lost control.
Die hurriedly supported her.
Even the Nether Poison Fire in Xiao Yi Xian's palm was suppressed until it dipped slightly.
Medusa narrowed her violet eyes. The phantom of the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python coiled even more tightly, shielding all the Snake-People Tribe behind it.
Hei Qing stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Zi Yan.
Zi Yan hugged the pill box, her expression turning serious as well.
"This old man is pretty formidable."
Xiao Fan raised his head and looked at the Demi-Saint phantom.
Ice River Ancestor's gaze swept across the battlefield before finally settling on Xiao Fan.
"Young man, that is enough."
His voice was ancient, yet it carried the pressure of a Demi-Saint.
"Today's matter was Ice River Valley's rashness."
"This ancestor can offer you compensation."
Ice Venerable's expression changed slightly.
"Ancestor!"
Ice River Ancestor gave him an indifferent glance.
Ice Venerable immediately fell silent.
Ice River Ancestor continued, "Since the Woe Poison Body has already stabilized, Ice River Valley will no longer pursue the matter."
At those words, the chill in Xiao Yi Xian's eyes deepened.
No longer pursue it?
He said it as though her being alive still required Ice River Valley's permission.
Xiao Fan said nothing.
With a sweep of his sleeve, Ice