Faced with a multitude of Ancient Ice Corpses, Dragon Halberd and Snake Consort stood outside the peaks of the snow-covered mountains, their expressions grave.
They knew these foes would be incredibly difficult to deal with.
Back in the Middle Ages, they had all been powerhouses of the Upper Three Grades. The fact that their Flesh Bodies had been preserved for ten thousand years meant they were all incredibly formidable.
The aura emanating from the Ascension Platform only added to their sense that something was amiss.
'What has Lu Mingyuan done in there?'
'He's just a Twelfth Realm Martial Artist. How could he possibly wield the power of the Ascension Platform?'
Several more figures rushed toward the white mountain peak. They were all well-known figures in the Demon Race—Prince Kunpeng, Long Xuan, and the others who had just arrived in Feisheng Ancient City.
"May I be so bold as to ask, my lords, what is happening here?" Prince Kunpeng asked.
