Just as the Frost-Poison Holy Infant's bold declaration of "baked giant ice bird" faded, the fleeting flash of the ice crystal phoenix shadow in the direction of the deep valley had already vanished into the thick fog. This left Shi Lei astride the Falcon King (in its mount form), facing the messy aftermath of the three demon kings' chaotic battle, along with that eager frog foreman (debt-working version) whose body was still lingering with the aftershotes of the Ice Phoenix's majestic pressure. He was left with a rather poignant sense of total failure.
"Tch, couldn't even fish out a single feather, didn't even get a clear look at the Ice Phoenix's rear end..." Shi Lei muttered. Starlight flickered faintly along his dark gold spine. Although his Late Golden Core Perfection aura was surging, it remained an unbridgeable chasm—distant and remote—from the supreme realm of shattering the core to give birth to a Nascent Soul.
In the Dantian nebula, the Frost-Poison Holy Infant hiccuped while shivering violently (reminiscing about the Ice Phoenix's coldness): "Hic... cold fragrance... can't reach it... hungry... (infant grievances)."
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