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"Bang!"
The portly man, Zhong Yue, approached an icy human sculpture and struck it with his palm.
"Crack crack crack!"
The thick ice crystal did not shatter, but instead, the body of the frozen Chi Dragon Hall Disciple inside revealed cracks on its surface, breaking apart like porcelain.
"Eerie... these Chi Dragon Hall disciples had already been drained of their life force before being entombed in ice, leaving behind nothing but empty husks."
Zhong Yue clicked his tongue, realizing that the disciples inside the sculptures had long been dead, the ice merely cocooning their flesh.
In this Chi Dragon Hall, there must be thousands of disciples, all of whom had died with their gazes fixated towards the hall's center, their faces frozen in an expression of despair and unwillingness.
"Let's go... take a look over there."
Bai Yunhe spoke in a somber tone, leading the way to the center of the Chi Dragon Hall, with Wind Sun Moon and the others following suit.