Lin Bai, clad in the Blood God Robe, emanated murderous intent that soared to the heavens. The demonic sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light. Looking around, the peak of Tianshan was a scene of bloodshed, with more than thirty corpses lying on the ground, frozen into ice sculptures. Yet, from the lingering aura on these corpses, it could still be discerned that these people were once rare strong ones under heaven!
Lin Bai, a lone warrior with a sword, stood proudly amidst the wind and snow, his eyes sharp, like a sword god.
Apart from Lin Bai and the corpses scattered everywhere, only the utterly terrified Li Ge remained alive.
At this moment, Lin Bai slowly shifted his gaze to the frightened Li Ge, a cold smile flashing at the corner of his mouth. Immediately, Lin Bai lifted the demonic sword and walked towards Li Ge.
"Now you know how I survived the Northern Forest."
Lin Bai chuckled lightly as he looked at Li Ge.
