The Emperor of Flames immediately left, leaving Han Shuo to stare at the Fire Elite Zombie speechlessly. In his heart, Han Shuo was astonished, not knowing what the Fire Elite Zombie was telling the Flame Emperor. Han Shuo transmitted, "What did you tell her?"
"Not much. I just said that the Netherworld is my real hometown, and I have a lot of business to do there," Fire Elite Zombie replied honestly, he would never lie to Han Shuo.
Han Shuo knew that the Emperor of Flames had long realised Fire Elite Zombie's origin. But since the two of them had astonishingly similar auras, since both of them had absorbed enormous amounts of fire yuan energy in the place of extreme fire, she regarded Fire Elite Zombie as her own son. Perhaps only Fire Elite Zombie could communicate with the Flame Emperor and calm her down when she was overexcited.
"Alright then, let me send you back!" After thinking for a moment that the Fire Elite Zombie had nothing else to do in this realm for the time being, and that it would certainly improve faster in the netherworld, Han Shuo sang an incantation and sent the Fire Elite Zombie away.
After completing his incantation, a brief connection was established between Han Shuo and the netherworld. Han Shuo sensed a message from the little skeleton from the region where the Fire Elite Zombie had landed.
From the message it transmitted, Han Shuo understood that Little Skeleton was still fusing with the Origin Crystal of Death. This process seemed to have been going on for a very long time. The reason Little Skeleton had suddenly sent a reminder to Han Shuo earlier was because Little Skeleton could feel his boundless grief. Therefore, he paused to remind Han Shuo.
Han Shuo replied to the little skeleton, telling him that he could relax while he continued to merge with the energy. He then took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the crowd of dark dragons. He said in a deep voice, "What are you all planning to do next?"
"After we have regained our strength, we dark dragons must take revenge for our clansmen!" Gilges said. He seemed to have made up his mind to take revenge for Gilbert at the Ice Shrine.
However, even though Ice Celestial Corey and the others at the Ice Shrine had been seriously injured, fighting against the Ice Shrine with the Dark Dragon race alone would be like riding for a fall. At first, Han Shuo wanted to offer a few words of advice, but when he considered that his words might bring down their spirits, Han Shuo just stuttered before closing his mouth.
But the old and experienced Gilges understood Han Shuo's concern from Han Shuo's expression of wanting to say something and hesitating. In a deep voice, he said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to us. Besides, this time, it was because we took no precautions that we could suddenly be captured. . We dark dragons, who have lived for so many years, will not be bullied by a few lowlifes."
When Han Shuo looked at Gilges, he had the feeling that Gilges still had a few tricks up his sleeve. This dark dragon who had lived for countless years should have better insight and foresight than Han Shuo. Therefore, Han Shuo nodded and said, "Then you all be careful!"
"I hope to see Gilbert again!" Gilges said, looking deep into Han Shuo's eyes. There was some pathos and a bit of pleading in his tone.
"That day will come, don't worry. Oh, right. This time, the few from the Ice Shrine have suffered some pretty serious injuries. I believe that in this short period of time, those from the Ice Shrine wouldn't dare to visit your canyon," Han Shuo said.
"Thank you, Bryan! We, the race of the dark dragons, will be your friends forever!" Gilges thanked him sincerely.
"You're welcome. Um, goodbye!" Han Shuo did not exchange further words of courtesy with Gilges, but simply replied with a smile before using the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heaven and leaving.
In the snowy far north of the Kasi Empire, there were unbroken chains of dove-white mountains. It is a world shrouded in a harsh arctic climate year-round. No matter which direction or how far you looked, all you could see was the monotonous white of the snow.
On the peaks of these cloud-piercing mountains were magnificent, serene shrines made of ice crystal piles. The frozen mountain in the centre was particularly prominent and towering. The headquarters of the Ice Shrine was located at the top of this mountain.
The wind was freezing. The sky was covered in ice and snow. In this white, icy world, many disciples of the Ice Shrine lived. Most of them were from the Kasi Empire. They were here to offer their most sincere beliefs to the Ice Goddess.
For many years, the main peak at the centre of the mountain range had been a restricted area. Except for certain special festivals and a few devotees of the Ice Shrine of great status, the average person was never allowed to set foot on the main peak.
In the past two days, however, an unimaginably great event had occurred, forcing them to relax this rule. Scores of disciples from the surrounding peaks climbed up to the main peak. In fear and trembling, they used the meagre divine energy they had to resolidify the largest ice shrine on the main peak.
Just two days before, in this very snowy land blowing a bone-chilling wind, on the main peak with the lowest temperature in the region, this Ice Shrine had suddenly begun to melt. The few elders in the Ice Shrine, and even Ice Celestial Corey, one of their most senior leaders, were all injured and had to recuperate. This tragic news spread like wildfire throughout the religious organisation.
Could it be that the Ice Goddess was angered by their incompetence? Or perhaps demons were about to invade the Ice Shrine? Many of the disciples, horrified by the changes in the Ice Shrine, muttered to themselves that they had no idea what was going on.
Such a confusing phenomenon, which had not occurred in hundreds of thousands of years, was having an incalculable negative effect on the Ice Shrine. Gradually, fear began to spread among the worshippers of the Ice Shrine in the Snowland. Even followers in other regions learned of the tragic events at the Ice Shrine's headquarters.
In the far north of the Kasi Empire, Icicle City.
Icicle City was one of many cities in the far northern snowlands. It would take an ordinary party of adventurers only ten days to travel from Icicle City to the Ice Shrine in the depths of the Snowland.
On that day, after a long and arduous journey, Han Shuo finally arrived in Icicle City and set out to carry out his plan to retaliate against the Ice Shrine.
Han Shuo's plan was quite simple. Just like how they had dealt with the Church of Light, he would open his consciousness and lure the Six-Horned Soul Race Tribal King to come and kill him. The only difference now was that Han Shuo could easily hide his consciousness. Therefore, when the Six-Horned Tribal King came, all Han Shuo had to do was hide his consciousness and he would disappear from the Six-Horned Tribal King's senses.
Furthermore, Han Shuo could be sure that there were no divine beings like the Saintess from the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light in the Ice Shrine. Otherwise, they would have all frozen to death during the battle through the Jade Frost Cage days before, long before they could reach the place of extreme fire.
From the fact that Snow Celestial Tiana had to flee to the Church of Light to seek protection from the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race, Han Shuo deduced that there were no characters in the Ice Shrine who could rival the six-horned tribal king. Otherwise, Tiana would have returned directly to the Ice Shrine instead of going to the Church of Light.
Given the strength of the Six-Horned Tribe King, once he arrived at the Ice Shrine where Han Shuo had already hidden his consciousness, the Six-Horned Tribe King would not hesitate to turn over every stone on that frozen mountain to search for Han Shuo. The Ice Shrine, like the Church of Light, was used to being arrogant. Therefore, it was safe to assume without much thought that there would be a great battle between the two.
Han Shuo was somewhat looking forward to counting the losses that the Six-Horned Tribal King would inflict on the Ice Shrine, for there would be no one of equal strength to stop him once the Six-Horned Tribe King, a divine being, arrived at the Ice Shrine,
Han Shuo let go of his consciousness completely. As the Six-Horned Tribal King focused on Han Shuo, he felt a boundless, ice-cold intention to ruthlessly kill him. However, contrary to Han Shuo's expectations, the Six-Horned Tribe King seemed to have taken no immediate action!
Han Shuo was somewhat puzzled. He had spent an entire morning in Icicle City, yet he had not felt the Six-Horned Tribal King approaching. This indicated that the Six-Horned Tribe King was still in Tarrag Canyon as before.
This obviously ruined Han Shuo's plan. Han Shuo spat out curses in his heart. His consciousness could still feel the boundless desire to murder him coming from the distant Tarrag Canyon. However, the inaction of the Six Horned Tribe King made Han Shuo's plan insurmountable.
The last time Han Shuo escaped from Tarrag Canyon, the Six-Horned Soul Race Tribal King brought four of his generals with him and almost immediately ascended to the top of the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light with a ferocious intent to kill anyone who stood in his way. Who knew that after such a short time, the Six Horned Tribe King would actually do nothing when he sensed Han Shuo's presence. This baffled Han Shuo somewhat.
Could it be that the soul race had changed its temperament? Han Shuo rejected this possibility as soon as it came up. From the first time Han Shuo met this race, he understood their heartless nature from their cold, merciless eyes. In addition, the tremendous desire to kill that came from the Six-Horned Tribal King was still present. This proved that they were definitely not friendly towards Han Shuo.
There must be some other reason, Han Shuo scratched his head.
Could it be that the Six-Horned Tribe King had been injured at the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light the last time? Han Shuo felt that this was more likely the case. It was only possible that the Six-Horned Tribe King had been injured in the battle with the Saintess and was currently recovering from his injuries, so he would temporarily let him and Stratholme the old monster go.
When Han Shuo thought about it, he couldn't help but feel happy for Stratholme. He thought that as long as Stratholme used this time to fuse his soul with the Combat Aura Crystal, he would not have to worry about the threat of this six-horned tribal king.
Since the Six-Horned Tribe King wasn't coming for the time being, Han Shuo had no choice but to come up with another plan. Seeing that the Snow Mountain was almost within reach, Han Shuo prepared to check out the headquarters of the Ice Shrine. Without the presence of any divine experts, Han Shuo believed that he could freely enter and exit the Ice Shrine without any concern for his own safety.
Having made up his mind, Han Shuo immediately set off on his own towards the Snowland where the Ice Shrine was located. Wishing that the Six Horned Tribe King would come looking for him, Han Shuo completely unleashed his consciousness. Not a single grain of sand within a huge perimeter around him could escape his scrutiny. He had an unimpeded journey all the way to the Ice Shrine.
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