Rakasha Country,
Atop the vast icy plains, a bare-chested, lean, blond man calmly gazed at the sky. All around him were massive ice walls of various shapes. From a bird's-eye view, one could only see a snowstorm's confusion.
Obviously, this was also an effective form of concealing protection formation.
And outside this formation, within a radius of hundreds of miles, hundreds of powerful trialists were vigilantly guarding it.
Among them, the average strength was of the Second Transformation Spirit Root, and even up to five people possessed the Third Transformation Spirit Root.
As for the blond man in the center of the formation, his strength was even more extraordinary.
He wasn't just a Third Transformation Spirit Root; he also had reached the ninth level of the Heavenly Ladder.
Most importantly, none of them bore the Blood-eyed marking. It seemed that they had perfectly evaded the Blood-eyed Demon Monarch's detection and found ways to hide in advance.
