Under the dim sky.
Chen Mu stepped onto the wasteland, looking ahead with a calm gaze. At the end of the frozen horizon, a figure was vaguely visible, swiftly approaching him head-on.
The incoming person was undoubtedly a Grandmaster of the Foreign Race, there was no doubt about it, and although Chen Mu did not know which one it would be, he was now unfazed by any, be it one Grandmaster or two. Unless it was a Supreme Grandmaster, they posed no threat to him, and even if three or five top Grandmasters joined forces, he would be able to handle them with ease.
Indeed, the various divisions of the Foreign Race beyond the border could muster that many top Grandmasters, but the problem was that the Foreign Races outside the borders were not in harmony. The four foreign divisions currently invading Ice State, including the Wu Meng division, did not have so many top Grandmasters; otherwise, the pressure on the Ice Extreme Palace would be greater, and Ice State might have fallen sooner.
