From behind River Lord Xuanyuan stepped out a cold-faced white-haired youth, his pupils filled with a strange, fractal ice-crystal structure.
With every step he took, countless profound talismans formed beneath his feet, while the billions of water droplets around him froze, hovering like a magical array.
As one of the three great demon saints of the Tongtian River, Tianchi had never expected that he would need to make a move so soon.
Chapter 127