Chapter 227: Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst, the Shadow Dragon

In the desolate and lonely wilderness, a terrifying chill gushed out from the sunken ground like a fountain, spreading like a spider web over the grassland. Within a radius of several miles, the season leapt straight from late autumn into harsh cold, and goose feather-like heavy snow fell straight down onto a small area.

Snows are crimson, as though soaked in fresh blood, filled with a deadly, exterminating intent.

Inside the deep pit, amidst the dark red ice frost, Ronan appeared ferocious, his muscles twisted as he drove his fingers deep into the mud before him like a demon.

"Hekarter... Ice Frost!"

"Hekarter... Ice Frost!"

Countless sharp, slippery voices hysterically shrilled in his ears, repeating the same name over and over, as if numerous stones were frantically scraping against the smooth surface of glass, driving one to the brink of insanity.

At this moment, a thick darkness like oil had occupied most corners of his Consciousness Space.