"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
The figures moved with incredible speed. As they charged forward, there was no trace left on the ground; their feet stepped solely on the fluttering snowflakes.
"Ten of them?"
Su Han narrowed his eyes slightly, his brow creasing, "Pity, they are all in the Dragon God Realm, useless to me."
What he wanted was the Dragon Pill, not the Primordial Spirit.
"However, I can collect these Primordial Spirits for now and use them to consolidate my own when I reach the Peak of the Dragon Pill Realm."
After a brief contemplation, Su Han stopped in his tracks, standing calmly in the midst of heavy snowfall.
"Swoosh!"
At that moment, a dark light suddenly flashed behind him, darting straight toward the back of Su Han's head with incredible speed.
Su Han turned around abruptly, his palm lifting slightly to point at the approaching dark light.
