Shaman's vitality crumbled into remnants, carried away by the wind.0

Its body, which was still like a dragon or a Xuanwu, was still there, but at its core, it was just an empty shell.0

It was no different from a statue made of ice. There was no flesh or blood. It almost seemed like the rampage just now hadn't even happened.0

“We searched the area thoroughly, but we couldn’t find it." Myagmar reported as he returned with a scout.0

They had thought that Shaman might have escaped somewhere during the chaos, but they never found a trace of it. Even the warriors stationed above the valley had seen nothing.0

"It seems to have been swallowed by the Ten Thousand Year Ice Essence.”0

Leng Yuefei examined the ice statue before her.0

The body, which had once been as black as the legendary Northern Black Dragon, was now just dark in color, and when she rubbed it with her hand, it was clearly made of ice.0

The pupils that had once glowed with an eerie, vertical slit still remained. The bloodlust and rage in those eyes had not faded.0

Even the fangs that had once torn flesh looked like fragile icicles, ready to snap at a touch.0

The Ten Thousand Year Ice Essence absorbed everything that the North Sea contained.0

The sky, the earth, the sea. And even the people.0

“What a pity.”0

Zhou Xuchuan licked his lips at the sight of the ice statue.0

He had planned to ask Shaman about their relationship...0