Deep in the ice cave beneath Hanyuan City, before the forgotten black-ice altar, the atmosphere was so frozen it could be gnawed on like a block of ice.
Xiaohong shrank into a corner like a puppy being punished for doing something wrong. With its newly grown True Dragon golden claws, it scratched against the iron-hard ground with a grating *screeech*, the gold-red lava patterns and ice-blue baleful runes on its claw tips flashing alternately, sending ice chips flying in all directions.
"Hiss-squeak... (The Boss's bones... are they frozen solid yet? I wonder if the vinegar is even doing anything...)" Its purple-gold dragon pupils glanced guiltily at the huge "ice sculpture" in the center of the altar...
Chapter 617