Not a few Great Demons heard the screams, turned their heads, and saw a chilling frost in the high sky.
Several nearby Great Demons had parts of their bodies eroded by the ultimate coldness transformed from the Evil Yin, completely losing sensation.
Some were even frozen into sculptures, their faces showing fear.
Yuan San hovered calmly in the sky, overlooking all the demons still in the Black Mountain space, delivering an unprecedented threat.
Behind him, three Great Demon corpses were the most conspicuous.
Situ Ming, uncertain and suspicious, looked at Yuan San who had aided him and ultimately cupped his hands in thanks.
"Thank you for lending a hand."
Yuan San had no response; for him, supporting the Human Race against these Great Demons was Song Changming's directive and desire, unrelated to him personally.
He was merely following orders.
"What's going on?" Situ Ming had been observing this frozen undead corpse since its arrival.
