Chamber fifty-six.
Gazing at the ice crystal spike, twice the length of his arm, and barrel upon barrel of thick, ice-blue fresh blood, Pang Jian nodded with satisfaction.
In just a moment, the chill of the chamber sank through to the bone.
To Pang Jian, it felt as if he was sitting on the altar used by the Cyclops and the Ice Demon to communicate with each other once more.
"Such rich and pure Extreme Cold Alien Power!"
Pang Jian marveled inwardly, shivering involuntarily, though his eyes gradually brightened.
"A seventh-grade Ferocious Beast!"
Knowing that the body of a ferocious or a spirit beast was treasure all over, he sensed the value of that single horn, which was why he had the Dark Giant Python quickly swallow it and bring it to his hands.
A seventh-grade ferocious beast had the combat power comparable to a cultivator in the Soul Wandering Realm.
