Lin Chen's eyes were calm as water. Killing these two people was like stepping on ants on the ground. He continued forward.
"Combat talent, Combat God image."
A strong sense of war surged in Lin Chen's heart, as if a flame was burning inside him, his long hair flying, his breath turbulent. Within the Divine Domain, a gigantic deity appeared like an Ancient Holy Mountain, and a mysterious energy wave entered Lin Chen's body, quickly reaching four times the power of Nirvana.
Time retreated a little. In a room at the Snow Army Headquarters, two leaders were discussing matters. They were the main leader and the third leader. The main leader looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in white clothes, with a straight waist, fair skin, and flowing long hair. He gave off an impression of refinement, but in reality, he was a ruthless character. To the residents of the surrounding cities, he was like a terrifying and hateful devil.
