The wind and snow carried fragments of ice, carving a mournful howl across the ice field.
The four figures of Shengongsi Yuzuo and his companions swooped down like four ink lines from the horizon, landing steadily beside the snow-covered pile of corpses.
Shengongsi Yuzuo was the first to walk towards the massive corpse of the serpent's body, which had long since frozen stiff, with a layer of white frost on its scales. Only the black blood at its severed neck remained slightly viscous, not entirely frozen.
He squatted down, his fingertips brushing over the severed neck—the cut was smooth and clean, with no signs of tearing at the edges, as if it had been sliced instantly by the sharpest blade.
He lifted his eyes to the fallen serpent's head, where the terror in the serpent's eyes was still clearly visible,
