Thirty To Fifty Thousand Spirit Stones, At Most (1)

In the vast snowy expanse, the storm whipped snowflakes into a blinding flurry.

At this moment, a multitude of rotting corpses were suspended in the air on the snow-covered mountain.

There was a rune on each of their bodies, and a black-and-yellow aura surrounded them.

It was destroying their Dao energy, immortal energy, spiritual energy, and even their lifeforce.

The evil cultivators and the others who felt that they were about to die all glared sideways at the center of the snow mountain.

A scholarly man stood there. He approached the halberd with an extraordinary aura.

It was a supreme divine artifact.

It could not be touched by just anyone. One slip, and they would disintegrate.

Thus, they all anticipated that the man would grasp the halberd and join them in death.

Jiang Hao naturally intended to fulfill their expectations.

He reached out to grasp the halberd.