Shi Hui, a few guest elders of the Blood Skull, as well as a handful of Qi warriors wearing garments with fire patterns on them, were standing in a solemn manner under the slithering spatial rifts, as if they were waiting for something.

ZZZZZLA!

All of a sudden, clusters of blazing flames shot out of one of the spatial rifts and plummeted towards the earth, unleashing scorching auras.

One after another, they crashed into the earth, melting away the ice and creating huge holes in the frigid-cold ground.

Meanwhile, Shi Hui, the guest elders of the Blood Skull, and the people from the Wild Fire moved about swiftly and cautiously to avoid the plummeting clusters of flames, as if the mere contact with the flames would mean their doom.

When the flames died out and huge holes were left in the icy ground, they would surge forward like a swarm of hornets and search the holes for something.

WHOOSH!

Shi Hui jumped out of one of the icy holes with a crimson, crystal-like gem in his hand, which was still...