"Zhu Gate warriors, join me in slaying the gods!"
This time, the Zhu Heavenly Officer did not use the Fire Command Sword but rather shouted this sentence with his own voice.
Frost of the Ice Sky claimed lives—fleeing aimlessly was utterly pointless.
No sooner had the Zhu Heavenly Officer finished speaking than countless black figures gathered at Dripping Lake, whose surface had completely frozen over, as solid as thick soil. The servants, guards, and elders of Zhu Gate rapidly assembled, using the jointly stirred Sword Qi to resist the terrifying Frost of the Ice Sky, but their lives continued to drain away bit by bit.
As the Zhu Heavenly Officer stepped outside the pavilion, his voice echoing in the air, from the direction of the Armor Casting Pavilion, streams of light as intense as blazing flames suddenly flew toward this place, as if answering the summons of the Zhu Heavenly Officer.
