"With a single shake of your hand, the overwhelming Iron Blood Power surged forth, mixed with the terrifying will of war. The 'Iron Blood Spear' pierced through the already lifeless wolf-faced creature, shattering it instantly. Blood dyed the frost red, snow and wind raged wildly, and the world once again returned to a whistling chaos."
"Thank you, 'Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,' Your power is as awe-inspiring as ever..."
"The grateful voice of the 'Secret Cultivator' came through. She trembled all over, her face betraying lingering fear as she recalled how her neck nearly got bitten to pieces moments ago."
"Just as you were about to say something, your expression froze. Through the authority of the 'Iron Blood God,' you could distinctly feel layer upon layer of malicious intent and killing intent hiding behind the white curtain of snow and wind."
