Beneath the howling wind and snow.
True astral energy burst forth from the Golden Scale Blade.
Wherever it passed, the ice shattered in midair like snowflakes, turning into frost that drifted down in flurries.
The distinctly peculiar-looking figure ahead had no time to react before it was reduced to nothingness beneath the descending true astral energy.
Golden Scale returned to its sheath.
Luo Chen walked step by step toward the Demon Suppression Envoy standing amid the wind and snow, frozen into an ice sculpture.
He sent a signal ahead and waited where he was for a moment.
Through the gray, murky snowstorm, Wang Yue and the others swiftly arrived.
"Boss?"
As Wang Yue approached, he realized that the surrounding ice had been cut by some sharp weapon, smooth as a mirror.
Then his gaze fell upon the ice sculpture before him.
Once he saw the face clearly, he too fell silent.
"Bring him back with us as well."
Luo Chen patted Wang Yue on the shoulder and gestured.
"Understood."
Wang Yue answered, then called over a Demon Suppression Envoy nearby whose hands were free to help.
The two of them worked together to lift the ice sculpture.
On the journey back afterward.
Luo Chen encountered two more groups of Demonic Blood Martial Artists.
They were not very strong and were easily dealt with by him.
Watching the lifespan increase notifications flash through his sea of consciousness.
Luo Chen could barely be bothered to check them.
"These Demonic Blood Martial Artists themselves haven't reached the Divine Intent Realm. Their lifespans are no different from ordinary people's, and after fusing with such violent Demonic Beast power, their lives are severely shortened. They're all short-lived wretches."
In Luo Chen's eyes.
Demonic Blood Martial Artists like these were merely expendable goods.
He guessed that