Chapter 891: Prepare the Spiritual Hall! Lure the Snake out of Its Hole!

"So that's how it is..."

After discerning the crux with Devil's Pupil, Ye Fan instantly lost interest: "While the methods are venomous and brutal, they're just a bunch of ants after all. How can they stir up any trouble?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately made a move.

"Swish swish..."

In an instant, faint yet sharp sounds of cutting through the air densely rang out.

The fine as silk Three Thousand Red Threads shot out, precisely locking onto every target, effortlessly piercing directly into the Dead Soldiers' chest center points.

The Dead Soldiers, scattered and running wildly, froze in place instantly.

Then, streaks of white frost emerged from their bodies. Starting from their chests, the frost quickly spread to their limbs.

It happened rapidly.

In less than two breaths' time, hundreds of Dead Soldiers had all turned into ice sculptures, emanating a chilling coldness that deterred any onlookers...