Down in the Ice Valley, a wisp of ethereal blue light darted about like a sprite among the jagged icicles.
Meanwhile, Feng Hao and his four companions were frantically trying to corner this ball of ethereal light for one simple reason: it was an Ice Attribute Magic Soul.
The value of a Magic Soul was beyond question. Even the worst one could sell for hundreds of billions, let alone one with an attribute.
Of course, with Xiyue Frost around, this particular Magic Soul would obviously not be sold.
"Sister Tiao, hurry up! Don't let it get away!" Houhuiyao was too slow and could only trail behind, worrying anxiously.
Man Tiaotiao, hot on the Magic Soul's trail, snapped, "You think I'm not trying? This little thing is just too fast!"
"Just do your best to stall it. The boss and the others are on their way."
"Don't worry," Man Tiaotiao snorted. Her legs pumped frantically as if they were spring-loaded, and her speed suddenly exploded.
