Only after the ice arrow shot out did the newcomer gradually emerge from the corner. He had a flat, unremarkable face, a tall, thin body, and cold, merciless eyes. He silently watched Han Huo, whom the ice arrow had struck, without making another move.
That face was as flat as a wooden board, without any contours. Even the traces of lips or a nose bridge were impossible to see. Either he was extremely ugly or he had deliberately disguised himself. In any case, it was certainly not the face of a normal person.
"Fuck!" Only after a while did Han Huo recover. By then, Han Tu had long since stopped attacking the surrounding enemies and had pulled half of Han Huo's body deep into the earth.
The newcomer who cultivated water power had the strength of an early-stage upper god. Han Tu knew the gap between upper gods and middle gods and did not dare attack rashly. He immediately prepared to flee, moving up to grab Han Huo and take him away.
"What about that woman?" Had an ordinary middle god taken such a blow, the functions of their divine body would probably have frozen stiff. Even if they survived, the ice would have immobilized them. But Han Huo was different. The Fire Lotus covering him was a treasure nurtured in a Fire-Extreme Land over ten thousand years, and it had forcibly neutralized more than half of the ice-cold divine power. Not only could he speak, but after this brief interval, his body had also returned to normal.
"We'll wait for her to come down," Han Tu called softly. He pulled Han Huo deep into the earth, and the two vanished as though they had merged directly into it.
While the attackers shouted curses one after another, Han Tu and