Xiao Hua's arms possessed the strength of ten thousand jin, and with the sharp tip of the demonic spear, this had always been his secret trick for breaking techniques with brute force. Yet at this moment, it had no effect whatsoever. No one knew what kind of extremely cold spiritual energy the Ice Worm King emitted, but the layer of ice it condensed was astonishingly solid. Xiao Hua tried several times, yet could not leave even the slightest mark on its surface, much less break it open and retrieve the storage pouch inside!
Xiao Hua was somewhat disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. Looking at the darkening night sky, he knew the full moon had already set. This was the darkness before dawn. If he did not take this chance to escape Nancai Ping, then once daylight came and those ice worms all emerged to move about, he would surely die without even a burial place. Thus, Xiao Hua took out a Flight Talisman and stuck it to himself. His body rose lightly into the air, and after checking his direction, he was about to fly back toward the entrance of the gorge. At that very moment, however, within the gorge from which the Ice Worm King had chased them earlier, his eyes caught sight of a faint glow amid the pitch-black darkness. Though it was far away, Xiao Hua saw it clearly. It looked dimly like a cluster of fireflies.
"Eh? What is that? Could it be some kind of treasure?" Xiao Hua's heart stirred as he recalled what Li Xiaowen and the others had said. Nancai Ping contained certain rare spirit herbs and other things, drawing cultivators to brave the risks and come here.
"The Ice Worm King should have already chased out of this gorge.