The hall fell silent, save for the sound of the Netherworld Wolf shaking its tail.
Baili An stood with the terrifying reflections of Heavenly Ghosts beneath his feet, attempting to invade this world with a domineering posture.
Erhe Zangxin's gaze was dull, then swiftly turned sharp and malicious.
The chill emanating from the Bronze Platform ceased to spread as the Ancient Gods looked at the young man with eyes full of confusion and emotion.
They could not understand why the naturally ferocious Netherworld Wolf was able to sit by the young man's feet, halting the great Ice Age?
What shocked them even more was that the Huaxu Sword they had forged together was no longer in the Netherworld Wolf's mouth.
Who on earth had such ability?!
They dared not imagine how terrifying this Ice Age would be without the Huaxu Sword to suppress the Netherworld Wolf.
