Coldwind Valley.
Thomas narrowed his eyes as he stared at the narrow valley between the two mountains and strode forward quickly.
Frank and Hibrael closely followed behind him.
Trailing behind them were the Infernal Envoys, exuding a chilling aura of hell that resonated with the howling winds in the valley, creating a strange harmony.
Since they were already dead and lacked physical bodies, ordinary people couldn't see their figures as they moved. Only the creeping frost forming on the surrounding grass and earth hinted at their presence.
This frost spread forward, creating a path that existed within the spiritual realm.
If any lower-tier spellbeast were to enter this area, its body would be corroded by the intense aura of hell, and its soul would suffer severe frostbite—perhaps even die on the spot.
Most spellbeasts had keen senses, and upon glimpsing the frost-covered path, they all trembled with fear and fled, not daring to come any closer.
