The two brothers' tightly shut eyes trembled a few times before slowly opening, their minds filled with despair.
The anticipated agony of being torn apart by beasts never came. Even that nauseating gust of putrid, blood-reeking air had vanished completely.
They looked up in bewilderment and discovered that the two overbearing hundred-year Dragon Beasts had somehow become crystal-clear ice sculptures.
The thick ice had not only extinguished every trace of life in the Poison Swamp Horned Dragons, but also frozen the surrounding gray miasma into tiny ice crystals that pattered down around them.
A young man stood beside the ice sculptures. Nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, with well-proportioned shoulders and a lean back, he stood as straight as a green pine rooted in wind and snow.
His ice-blue hair fell smoothly over his shoulders, setting off his already flawless features and making him incomparably handsome.
His ice-blue eyes were as deep as the frigid pools of the Far North, radiating an unapproachable, iceberg-like aura, as though nothing in the world could stir his interest.
Yet when his gaze swept toward them and the corners of his lips lifted slightly, that piercing chill that kept others a thousand miles away melted away in an instant, replaced by a bright, sunny vitality.
His cold appearance and warm disposition blended without the slightest discord. Despite those icy, forbidding features, a reassuring warmth lingered around him, making it impossible to look away.
Without a doubt, he was the benefactor who had just saved their lives.
Huo Yuhao casually lowered his hand.
He had not even released his Martial Soul. He had merely drawn on the extreme ice within his three-colored soul core, and a casual burst of cold had frozen the two hundred-year Poison Swamp Horned Dragons into lifeless blocks of ice.