The ice dust slowly dispersed, and more than ten Snow Soul Wolves stood in place, their eyes somewhat blank.
Shao Zifeng's expression changed unpredictably, he chose this location because the map indicated an ice cap concealing a huge rift about hundreds of meters wide and of immeasurable depth below.
In his plan, as long as he could get these Snow Soul Wolves down there, even if they could indefinitely resurrect with the help of ice elements, they would never be able to climb back out.
But now...
As he was lost in thought, the breathing of the Snow Soul Wolf leader beside him grew heavy,
Shao Zifeng had a bad feeling, he quickly lifted his hand ready to continue using the Conman Ring, when suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over him—a precursor to his spiritual power running dry.
