The bloody carnage at the entrance of Hanpo Gorge was quickly frozen and covered by gushing currents of Hanpo Qi, leaving behind only a few pools of dark red rapidly buried by frost, along with the freshly minted, grotesquely expressionless, and foul-smelling "boss" ice sculpture—a new "attraction" in this frigid domain.
Lean on his bone staff, Chen Mo felt the grey-blue ice flame burning on his right arm dim considerably from the recent eruption. The cracks on the surface of his bone armor grew deeper, and the searing pain clung to him like marrow-eating maggots. Yet his gaze remained ice-cold as he swept it across the chilly gorge entrance and rasped, "Let's go."
Xingshuang held its massive head high, its newly grown platinum fangs flashing with proud, frigid light amidst the thick Hanpo fog. A low purr carrying the lingering aftertaste of victory rumbled in its throat as it stepped forward and took the lead into the gorge. The figures of man and beast were swiftly swallowed by the surging white Hanpo currents.
Chapter 129