Huo Lingjun was not there, naturally, no one responded to him.
Huo Liuli, now the spokesman, also disdained to answer him.
Seeing no one uttered a word, the Ice Dragon felt bored and did not bother to talk further; to avoid unnecessary complications as the night dragged on, he simply ordered the attack.
Bing Xiao controlled the Mystic Ice Dragon, pressing directly above their heads; the intense cold Qi rained down, enveloping the entire Holy Fire Square, the Earthfire Tribe shivered as if they were trapped in an ice cellar.
Bing Xiao sneered coldly; had these people scattered and fled, his Mystic Ice Cold Qi could not have unleashed such formidable power.
After all, this was still the Holy Fire's home ground, his Mystic Ice Dragon, though pure, could not suppress the entire Earthfire Tribe.
Now that they were gathered together, Bing Xiao could instead focus his power at one point. It was like they were shortening the blade themselves by thrusting their necks forward.
