The morning sun rose, and the cold mist finally dispersed completely. Following the receding mist with their eyes, the people saw more than a dozen Snow-Foot Beasts lying on the ground, long since dead.
The visibly larger, high-ranking Snow-Foot Beast among them had been blasted to death by Bai Zao with a Law Treasure, leaving only half its mangled body. The four Snow-Foot Beasts whose heads had been pierced had probably been killed by Yao Songshan with the Green Mountain Sword Style. The remaining beasts had died even more gruesomely, their limbs severed and armor split, their blue blood flowing everywhere.
The rocks stained by the poisonous blood sprouted tiny bubbles and hissed. It was a terrifying sight.
More shocking still, there were Snow-Foot Beast corpses farther out, one or two every several dozen yards, stretching hundreds of yards into the distance.
Even farther away, similar sights could still faintly be seen.
Just how many Snow-Foot Beasts had died?
Only then did they realize that the sounds outside the mist last night had ceased not because something had happened to him, but because he had gone off to hunt down those Snow-Foot Beasts?
They looked toward Jing Jiu, their eyes filled with shock. Even Yao Songshan was no exception.
Last night's thick mist had been so cold that it could even block Divine Sense, putting cultivators at a severe disadvantage, while the Snow-Foot Beasts, which fought by instinct, remained unaffected.
How had he managed all this?
Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stood side by side.
One wore fluttering white robes.
The other wore a fluttering white dress.
The young people smiled at the sight. Who would not like such a beautiful picture?
The favored daughter of heaven from the Zhongzhou Sect and the Sword Dao prodigy of the