The tremors in the ice cave altar gradually subsided, but the white light gate that had torn through the space was still slowly revolving, emitting palpitations of dread.
The cavern was in complete disarray, littered with shattered ice crystals and fallen boulders, while the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the lingering, freezing aftershocks of spatial distortion.
"Roar... (Dizzy... vinegar...)" Xiaohong shook its head, still reeling from the aftershocks of the pillar of light. Its dark golden dragon claws, having soaked in the super-strength vinegar paste, were still slightly warm and blackened, but the layer of petrified stiffness that had once hindered the flow of its power was gone. Instead, it had subtly gained a tough, restrained texture—the result of the vinegar paste refining the petrified residue.
Chapter 602