Boom!
The Elder's body exploded directly!
A cloud of blood mist dispersed in the icy environment.
It hadn't even drifted far before it was frozen.
The air was unbearably cold.
The fierce cold wind howled, and to the people of the Cold Sect, Wang Yan's gaze was colder than the northern weather. His eyes swept over each Cold Sect Elder and disciple, as he spoke:
"I warn you, from now on, you must behave yourselves."
"Obey my orders."
"If you follow my orders, you might survive. But if you insist on contradicting me, constantly defying my will, then even if I want you to live, you will meet your death!"
"And you'll die even faster!"
After speaking, Wang Yan turned his eyes to those Seventh Grade cultivators.
These Seventh Grade cultivators were driven by Kui Ying to attack the Ice Sect Formation. Wang Yan cast a cold gaze at the Second Rank Sorcerer beside him and warned:
