"Welcome True Monarch!"
"Welcome True Monarch!"
"Welcome True Monarch!"
The cries echoed continuously, not a respectful salutation, but a mix of joy and a cry of relief after surviving a disaster.
And amidst their cries, the previously frozen forests suddenly sprouted countless vines.
The vines shattered ice trees, crushed layers of ice crystals, transforming into a sea of green that covered the originally frozen world, revitalizing the dilapidated mountain wilderness with infinite vitality.
Yet beneath this infinite vitality was a strong killing intent.
Those toxins, those tough snake scales, in the seemingly fragile vines were like bubbles that burst at a touch.
In front of a Golden Core Cultivator, Second-Order demon beasts are not much different from ants.
Golden Core Cultivators have the power to turn decay into magic; in Yang Zhenshan's hands, even a single fragile vine could inflict lethal damage on a Second-Order demon beast.
