Fight All the Saints Alone

The saints led by Sky-swallowing Demonic Dragon were all guffawing seeing Zhang Ruochen in pain.

The Ancestral Dragon Mountain and the immortal vampire race had all suffered a huge loss because of Zhang Ruochen. They all wanted to end his life. Now that they saw Zhang Ruochen in agony, they couldn't be more pleased.

"You were being suicidal challenging the Ancestral Dragon Mountain. Now, you've paid a huge price."

"More than ten saints from the immortal vampire race were killed by you. Now, you'll know how regret feels. Do you feel really sad?"

Their laughter was ear-piercing, and they were all smug. However, Zhang Ruochen couldn't hear it at all. He stared at the iceberg that sealed Hang Yanchen and Qing Mo, and there was blood in his eyes.

The iceberg wasn't just floating there. Instead, it was connected by iron chains, and there was a dragon claw at the end of the stone bridge.