Song Wen watched the eight divine souls dissipate with an indifferent expression, though a faint, barely perceptible vigilance lingered around him.
Seeing no abnormalities, he relaxed slightly.
Yet he did not put away the Minor Teleportation Talisman and the Blood Shadow Thousand Illusions blood crystal concealed within his wide sleeve.
"Make your move," Yuan Rong said.
Immediately, the four of them unleashed their methods and attacked the ice below.
For a time, shards of ice sprayed up like drifting sleet.
A vast pit, roughly a li across, appeared in the ice.
The pit gradually deepened.
The surface ice was clearly much more brittle than it had been last time.
In merely half a quarter-hour, the ice pit had already surpassed the previous limit of one li in depth.
One li, two li...
When the pit reached three li deep, the profound ice had clearly become much sturdier, yet it continued to deepen slowly beneath their assault.
Only when the pit reached five li deep did the four of them find it difficult to shake the profound ice any further.
Attacks capable of splitting mountains and rending earth struck the bottom of the ice pit, yet could only smash out shallow dents about a foot deep. Under the pit bottom's extreme cold, those tiny dents were restored in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, that frigid power spread upward, seeking to repair the enormous ice pit the group had painstakingly excavated.
At this sight, the four of them had stubborn unwillingness written all over their faces.
The dragon head within the ice below was now less than ten zhang from the lowest point of the pit.
Those rugged dragon horns seemed almost within reach.
"Everyone, the opportunity of fate is right before us. Whatever trump cards you have left, use them