This time, the Ice Well Lin Dong had rediscovered was hidden beneath a massive ice cliff. Faint cold mist drifted around it; if one didn't look closely, it was hard to notice its existence.
Unlike the Ice Wells he'd encountered before that had Ice Puppets guarding them, this Ice Well was surrounded by silence, without the slightest unusual breath.
Since there was no Ice Puppet guarding it, then by the usual pattern, the Ghost Beast suppressed beneath it absolutely wouldn't exceed the Fifty-fourth Rank in strength.
"If the Ghost Beast doesn't exceed the Fifty-fourth Rank, then it's not my opponent." Lin Dong thought to himself, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.
He stopped hesitating. Inner Qi surged through his body, transforming into a streak of flowing light, and he shot into that Ice Well like an arrow loosed from the string.
After entering the Ice Well, a bone-piercing chill rushed at him, as if it were going to freeze his Blood solid.
