"What the hell is that?"
All three of Jiang Xiaobai's group looked up at the crimson disc in the sky; none of them had ever seen such a thing.
"It should be some kind of Magical Treasure, right?" Bai Feng speculated.
Before he could finish his sentence, the crimson disc suddenly erupted with intense light, casting crimson rays like blood across the sky.
"Ah—"
...
The screams echoed as the red light rained down on the cultivators below. Those with weaker cultivation turned to ashes directly, while the stronger ones were severely burned, gravely injured.
"We all underestimated the Ice Emperor!"
It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Xiaobai realized the gravity of the situation; they had all underestimated the Ice Emperor.
For three thousand years, there's no way the Ice Emperor would come unprepared to attack with his followers. The fact that he's made a move means he's more than certain of his success.
