After finishing those words, the Emperor of the Flames left, leaving behind Han Shuo speechlessly looking at fire elite zombie. He was amazed at the conversation between fire elite zombie and the Emperor of the Flames. Hence, he transmitted and asked, "What did you say to her?"
"Nothing much. I just said that the netherworld is my home and that I still have many things to do there!" fire elite zombie calmly replied. He had never lied to Han Shuo.
Han Shuo knew that the Emperor of the Flames had long known of fire elite zombie's origins. It was only because both of them had absorbed an enormous amount of yuan energy of fire from the place of extreme fire that their auras were shockingly similar that she treated fire elite zombie like a child.
Only fire elite zombie could communicate with the Emperor of the Flames and pacify her, lest she lose control of herself from her excitement.
"Alright, I'll send you back!" Han Shuo thought for a moment. Seeing that there was nothing for fire elite zombie to do for the time being, and that he should be able to make faster progress in the netherworld, Han Shuo chanted an incantation and sent fire elite zombie away.
After chanting the incantation, Han Shuo formed a brief communication with the netherworld. At the place where fire elite zombie landed, he sensed a message transmitted by Little Skull.
From the message, Han Shuo understood that Little Skull was still fusing with the Origin Crystal of Death. This process seemed to have been going on for a long time. The reason why Little Skull would suddenly warn Han Shuo was because Little Skull sensed Han Shuo's boundless sorrow. Therefore, he took the time to warn Han Shuo.
Han Shuo sent a message to Little Skull, telling him to be at ease while fusing with the energy. Then, he took a deep breath, looked at the crowd of dark dragons, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you plan to do in the future?"
"After we recover our strength, we dark dragons will take revenge for our clansmen!" Gilges had a resolute look on his face. It seemed that he had made up his mind to vent his hatred towards Gilbert on the Shrine of Ice.
However, although Ice Celestial Corey and the others had suffered heavy losses, the dark dragons were still overestimating themselves if they wanted to contend against the Shrine of Ice. Han Shuo intended to say a few words of persuasion. However, on second thought, he realized that doing so would be a blow to their morale. Hence, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately decided against it.
However, the experienced Gilbert already understood what Han Shuo wanted to say from his hesitant expression, so he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry. We'll be fine. Besides, we were captured because we weren't prepared. Our Black Dragon race has lived for so many years, we are not so easily bullied. "
Han Shuo looked at Gilges. He felt that Gilges seemed to have something else to rely on. This dark dragon who had lived for so many years ought to be able to see further than him. Therefore, Han Shuo nodded and said, "Then be careful!"
"I hope that I can see Gilbert again!" Gilges gazed deeply at Han Shuo. His tone was somewhat sentimental and pleading.
"There will be a chance. Don't worry. Oh, right. This time, those from the Shrine of Ice have suffered rather serious injuries. I believe they won't dare to come to your Black Dragon Canyon for the time being, "Han Shuo said.
"Thank you, Brian! Our race of dark dragons will be your friends forever! "Gilges sincerely expressed his gratitude.
"You're welcome. Mm, goodbye!" Han Shuo did not continue exchanging pleasantries with Gilges. With a faint smile, he left through the air with the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens.
Kasi Empire's northernmost snowy region. Snowy mountains rose and fell continuously, shrouded in a world of bone-chilling cold all year round. As far as the eye could see, it was forever monotonous snow-white.
At the top of the ice peaks that pierced through the clouds, there were some solemn and dignified shrines built from ice crystals and cold jades. The ice peak at the center was especially tall and straight. The headquarters of the Shrine of Ice was located at the top of the tallest ice peak.
The bone-chilling wind blew, and the sky was covered in ice and snow. In this pure white world of ice resided many followers of the Shrine of Ice. Most of them were citizens of Kasi Empire. Here, they offered their most pious faith to the Ice Goddess.
For many years, the central main peak had always been a forbidden area. Apart from special festivals and the followers of the Shrine of Ice with noble status, ordinary people could not set foot on the main peak.
However, in the past two days, an unimaginable event happened that broke this rule. The followers of the surrounding mountain peaks ascended the main peak one after another. In fear and trepidation, they used their meager divine energy to once again solidify the largest Shrine of Ice on the main peak.
Two days ago, amidst the bone-chilling cold of the snowy region, the Shrine of Ice on the coldest main peak suddenly began to melt. Several elders of the Shrine of Ice, and even one of its highest leaders, Ice Celestial Corey, were injured and recuperated. This grievous news instantly spread throughout the entire Shrine of Ice.
Was it because the Ice Goddess was enraged by their incompetence? Or was it because demons were about to invade the Shrine of Ice? Many followers were secretly guessing in their hearts. They were frightened by the changes in the Shrine of Ice, and did not understand what had actually happened.
This strange situation, which had not occurred for hundreds and thousands of years, had caused immeasurable negative effects on the Shrine of Ice. Gradually, panic began to spread among the followers of the Shrine of Ice in the snowy region. Even some followers of the Shrine of Ice who were far away in other regions learned of the tragic changes at the headquarters of the Shrine of Ice.
Far North of Kasi Empire, Icicle City.
Icicle City was one of the many cities surrounding the snowy region of the Far North. It would only take an average adventurer squad ten days to travel from Icicle City to the Shrine of Ice in the depths of the snowy region.
On this day, after a long and arduous journey, Han Shuo arrived at Icicle City and began to carry out his revenge against the Shrine of Ice.
Han Shuo's plan was very simple. Just like how he dealt with the Church of Light, he would directly release his consciousness and draw the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race over to kill him. The only difference was that Han Shuo could now easily release his consciousness. Even if the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race came over, Han Shuo only needed to conceal his consciousness, and he could vanish from the six-horned tribal king's senses.
There was one more point. Han Shuo could be sure that there was no godly existence in the Shrine of Ice like the Saintess on the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light. Otherwise, they would have all been frozen to death even before they reached the place of extreme fire when they fought using the Jadefrost Cage a few days ago.
From the fact that Snow Celestial Tiana had to flee to the Church of Light to hide from the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race, it could be seen that there was no one in the Shrine of Ice who could match the six-horned tribal king. Otherwise, Tiana would have returned to the Shrine of Ice straightaway instead of wholeheartedly seeking the Church of Light.
Given the strength of the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race, once he arrived at the Shrine of Ice, and Han Shuo suddenly concealed his consciousness, the six-horned tribal king would certainly search for Han Shuo's traces all over the mountains and plains. The Shrine of Ice was just as arrogant as the Church of Light. A great battle would break out almost immediately.
When the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race arrived at the Shrine of Ice, and there was no other godly existence of the same level in the Shrine of Ice, Han Shuo was already somewhat looking forward to how much damage the six-horned tribal king could inflict on the Shrine of Ice.
After the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race locked onto Han Shuo, Han Shuo also sensed the ice-cold, merciless killing intent of the six-horned tribal king. However, what surprised Han Shuo was that — the six-horned tribal king did not take any immediate action!
He was somewhat stunned. Han Shuo had stayed in Icicle City for an entire morning, yet he did not sense the six-horned tribal king approaching. This meant that the six-horned tribal king was still in Tarrag Canyon.
This had obviously ruined Han Shuo's wishful thinking. Han Shuo cursed inwardly. His consciousness could still sense the boundless killing intent coming from the distant Tarrag Canyon. However, the six-horned tribal king's inaction had rendered Han Shuo's plan impossible.
Previously, when Han Shuo escaped from Tarrag Canyon, the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race, along with four of his generals, almost immediately killed their way to the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light. They charged forward with a ferocious momentum, ready to kill anyone who stood in their way. Han Shuo did not expect that the six-horned tribal king would actually remain indifferent after sensing his presence so soon. This made Han Shuo rather baffled.
Could it be that the Soul Race had changed? Han Shuo immediately denied this thought. Ever since the first time Han Shuo saw this race, he could tell from their ice-cold, merciless eyes that they were heartless by nature. In addition, the tremendous killing intent from the six-horned tribal king was still there. This indicated that he had not changed his mind about Han Shuo.
There must be some other reason. Han Shuo's mind raced.
Could it be that the six-horned tribal king was injured on the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light? Han Shuo felt that this was more likely, unless the six-horned tribal king was injured in the battle with the Saintess and was now in a critical period of recuperation. Only then would he let him and the old monster Statholme off for the time being.
When he thought of this, Han Shuo could not help but rejoice for Statholme. He thought that as long as Statholme could make use of this time gap to fuse with his soul, he would no longer have to worry about the threat of the six-horned tribal king.
Since the six-horned tribal king could not come for the time being, Han Shuo had no choice but to make other plans. Seeing that the Great Snow Mountain was within reach, Han Shuo decided to go to the headquarters of the Shrine of Ice to investigate. Without the presence of any god-rank experts, Han Shuo believed that he could freely enter and exit the Shrine of Ice without worrying about his own safety.
After making up his mind, Han Shuo immediately set off. He traveled alone toward the snowy region where the Shrine of Ice was located. Han Shuo, who could not wait for the six-horned tribal king to come looking for him, fully unleashed his consciousness. Not even the slightest movement in the surroundings could escape his prying eyes. He headed straight for the Shrine of Ice unimpeded.
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