Faint soul voices rippled from the ice sculptures, as if ghosts were sobbing.

“Nie Tian! Help us!”

“Please!”

The Saint domain experts who had been turned into ice sculptures couldn’t speak or budge, but they could make Nie Tian hear their soul screams.

However, Nie Tian didn’t even spare them a look.

He looked only at the two women with whom he had connections. One of them was from the Beast-controlling Sect, while the other one was from the Bliss ...