The Ice Refining Prince seethed with rage. Not only had that damned, crafty brat raided his lair twice, he had now blown up his home as well.
This was the fruit of more than a thousand years of painstaking work!
How could he possibly let that damned brat off so easily?
Yet his subordinates had swept through the area, leaving no inch unsearched, and still failed to find Ye Han...
That meant there was a very good chance the crafty brat was playing the same old trick, hiding nearby instead of fleeing far away, watching from the sidelines and laughing at him!
At that thought, the Ice Refining Prince felt unbearably aggrieved. That damned Binglian had deceived and framed him, trapping him in this godforsaken place for so many years. He had already suffered enough humiliation and misfortune.
Now a crafty brat with a far lower cultivation had led him around by the nose, and he had failed to gain even the slightest advantage. How could the Ice Refining Prince not feel utterly furious and humiliated?
The Ice Refining Prince also managed a rare moment of calm. Would that damned, crafty brat make a fool of him a third time?
Thus, the Ice Refining Prince began muttering an incantation, sending strange fluctuations of spell power rippling through the air.
Blood-red runes steadily emerged on the metal pipes and armor covering the Demon Beast Puppets...
At once, the Demon Beast Puppets roared one after another and began searching every corner of the cliff.
With an extremely ugly expression, the Ice Refining Prince muttered, "You stole my things, and now you think you can run? Dream on!"
He had made up his mind. Even if that damned, crafty brat was not on this cliff, he had to search it again. He could