The onset of Pill Damage left Ethan Smith's face deathly pale, and in an instant, his body lost all its strength.
Seeing Ethan Smith in this state, everyone couldn't help but sneer again and again.
Even Violet Russell standing beside him couldn't make sense of it.
With such weak strength, why dare he come to the Ice Palace to die?
"How about it, hand over the mask," Victor stepped forward, addressing Ethan from above.
Ethan Smith wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the ground, and slowly adjusted his physical condition.
"Are there only four half-step Martial Sages in your Ice Palace?" Ethan Smith sneered.
Victor raised an eyebrow and mocked, "What, four half-step Martial Sages can't kill you?"
Ethan Smith glanced around, somewhat puzzled and asked, "There's something I don't understand. Almost no one knows about the mask. How did you in the Ice Palace find out?"
Victor frowned, "What does that have to do with you?"
