The Frost Demon Wyrm shivered as a cold prickle of fear crawled up her spine. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She could feel the hidden danger growing more rapidly, and it felt as if a heavy mountain was about to fall on her head.
"How many Yang Kings does it need for activation" the Yang King asked again with a grim expression on his face as he calculated outcomes to know the extent of damage they could deal with their numbers.
"As many as they come. The more, the better!" Xiao Ming replied, a hidden glint of anticipation flashing through his eyes.
He whispered to himself, "With Xue Mao's formation, I can pull in energy like a whale swallowing the ocean. I will finally see the true power of my domain. It is like adding wings to a tiger! I have never reached sixty percent before.
