The Legendary Luo Xu

Both Zhang Ruochen's wounds and strength had recovered a little, so he got up and went out of the cabin, supporting his tired body.

He looked around, standing at the bow.

The wide old river had been completely frozen by the cold Qi. The river surface was perhaps thicker than an iron slab.

Red snowflakes fell from the sky, turning the world into one of ice and snow.

The army of 100,000 Immortal Vampires gathered with powerful influence. With the battle flags flying, shadows moving, they had completely blocked the sky and the ground.

A fly wouldn't be able to get out, not to mention a person.

Zhang Ruochen held his arms in front of his chest, and looked up. He laughed, "Such a great scene to just capture me! Don't your Immortal Vampires value me too much?"

It was surely costly to send an army of 100,000 soldiers and several Blood Kings to capture a Half-Saint. Common people would never do that.