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 Mountain Sect.

Frigid crystalline ice coated the two female bodies. One was vigorous and curvy, while the other looked tall and delicate.

However, Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong didn’t beg him to save them with their soul voices.

Streaks of grayish brown light appeared in their fair necks, foreheads, and the depths of their bright eyes from time to time.

That was...