Yin Qingmo and the other two were utterly shocked and sped away on their Law Artifacts.
They reached the spot as fast as they could. Jing Jiu was already there.
Dai Yin lay in the snow, all life gone from him. Some sharp object had slashed several gashes across his face, leaving a bloody mess of flesh. He looked utterly wretched.
The Azure Rope had broken into dozens of pieces, scattered around his body. Among them was a tiny black hole of unknown depth.
The little black shadow had probably fled underground through this hole. It had moved so fast that even Jing Jiu's Sword Sense had failed to keep track of it.
The bitter wind howled, pelting their faces with grains of snow. It was freezing cold, and the scene was deathly silent.
Before taking part in the Dao Battle, they had all studied the relevant knowledge and confirmed that, so long as they did not enter the heart of the Snowfield, they should not encounter any overly powerful monsters. That little thing that had flown out of the Snow-Foot Beast's shell looked like a Listening Ear no matter how they looked at it. Why was it so terrifying that even the Kunlun Sect's Law Treasure could not injure it, but had instead been shattered into dozens of pieces?
Unease and fear rose in the hearts of Yin Qingmo and the other two, and they instinctively looked toward Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu silently watched the corpse in the snow, once again confirming why that person had wanted him to come to the Snowfield to participate in the Dao Battle.
Just as he had once told Zhao Layue, this place had the most life and death.
That was at least one reason.
After summer arrived, Chaoge City gradually