Deep in the ice cave beneath Hanyuan City, the circular altar built from countless huge, petrified dragon claws appeared even more profound and mysterious after repelling the surprise attack of the Nine-Finger Guild.
The air was filled with the lingering aroma of potent vinegar fire and a faint, elusive pulse originating from the earth's dragon veins deep beneath the altar.
Xiaohong lay at the edge of the altar, listlessly scratching ice flowers on the hard rime-covered ground with its newly grown True Dragon golden claws, which were covered with ice-blue ancient runes and gold-red lava patterns. Every time the tips of its claws swept across the ground, they left five claw marks nearly an inch deep with mirror-smooth edges, emitting wisps of cold air and scorching sparks.
Chapter 615