Deep in the underground of Hanyuan City, within the Ice Cave maze, the members of the Nameless Chamber of Commerce had been trapped for days. The bitter cold bit straight to the bone, freezing Wáng Liù’s golden-nodule-like muscles so solid that even breathing produced tiny ice crystals.
"Hssss-chirp... (My claws... itch... frozen numb...)" Xiaohong lay sprawled near the relatively warm hearth (a miniature version of the Chaos Cauldron), listlessly scratching the ice-hardened Black Ice ground with its newly grown True Dragon golden claws, which were covered in ice-blue ancient patterns and gold-red lava markings. The scraping made a harsh *creak-creak* sound.
Every time the claw tips swept across the ground, they left five deep grooves with smooth edges, still trailing wisps of icy chill and scorching sparks! The double forces of ice and fire contained within these claws possessed a natural suppression and affinity toward the intense cold.
Chapter 618