High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

Seeing Chen Feng approach, Xiao Xue's smile widened even more.

"Brother Chen Feng, are you alright?"

Xiaoxue had just gone through two battles, yet there was no sign of fatigue in her eyes. On the contrary, the lingering effects of the awakened Ice Dragon bloodline made her skin appear even more radiant.

Chen Feng's gaze swept over the corpses of the two ice demons below, and he said, "I'm fine, how about you?"

"Not a scratch, my bloodline protected me on its own," Xiaoxue said with a smile. "But we need to hurry. Those three ice demons were just the outer hunting party of the ice demon clan."

Xiaoxue looked up towards the depths of the icy valley, her icy blue eyes becoming more serious.

"Most of the Ice Demon clan's hunting teams that roam the outskirts are only at the Earth Rank level, responsible for scouting territory and hunting weaker creatures. The three sensory slits on their faces can imprint the scent of their prey and transmit it back to their nests through the ice."

"Once the lair confirms my bloodline identity, they definitely won't just send this hunting team. The leader will be a Desolate-Rank Ice Demon, and if they bring a dozen or so Ice Demons with them, it will be very troublesome."

Chen Feng frowned slightly, seemingly not expecting the matter to become so troublesome.

Ice Demons are evil creatures born from the Ice Abyss, and are naturally immune to most ice-based damage.

Upon reaching the Desolate Rank, the Ice Crystal Bone Armor becomes even more formidable, representing a true body of ice marrow.

The three layers of superimposed ice crystals have a structural density comparable to high-strength alloys. Ordinary kinetic energy projectiles will only bounce off them without leaving a trace.

Furthermore, its physical strength is 20% stronger than that of an average Desolate-Rank expert!

Even if Xiaoxue, who has the bloodline of the Ice Dragon, were to unleash her full power, the effect would be halved when she hit a low-ranking Ice Demon, let alone these high-ranking Ice Demons who are even higher than the two of them.

Xiaoxue looked up at Chen Feng, her icy blue eyes filled with seriousness: "If we want to deal with it, I may need to use all of my Ice Dragon bloodline to suppress it."

"Your Ice Dragon bloodline has only been awakened for a short time, so it's not suitable for you to go all out yet. We'd better avoid a direct confrontation," Chen Feng said calmly.

"Okay! I'll listen to Brother Chen Feng!" Xiaoxue nodded.

"Send a signal to Xueyue Yanju, and we can start breaking out separately," Chen Feng said calmly.

......

Meanwhile, deep beneath the Troll Valley, in an ancient, frozen lair of ice demons.

The dome was covered with icicles as dense as a forest, and the cold air condensed into fine snow mist, which slowly swirled in the air, making even the faint light that seeped into the rock layers seem frozen.

In the very center of the cave, a frozen throne carved from a single block of black ice marrow stands silently, upon which sits a somber figure.

Like a lifeless black rock.

The entire cave was deathly silent, like an ancient, long night, with only the faint sound of cold air passing through the ice and rocks echoing among the walls, as if no life had ever existed for thousands of years.

It wasn't until Xiaoxue killed the second ice demon that the gray shadow on the throne suddenly moved.

"Finally... it has appeared."

A hoarse, dry voice slowly broke the deathly silence of the Ice Demon's lair.

The voice, however, was like two ancient rocks rubbing against each other, each word carrying an unsettling chill.

The moment the words fell, a series of heavy footsteps slowly echoed from the darkness beside the throne.

Thump— Thump— Thump— Thump—

With each step, the ground of the entire nest trembled slightly.

A massive figure, several times more ferocious than an ordinary ice demon, appeared before the gray shadow.

It stands nearly four meters tall, its body covered in deep, almost black ice armor with sharp bone spikes rising from the edges of the armor plates. The giant bone spikes on its shoulders and back bulge high, like two ice blades poised to strike.

On its face, the three sensory slits were no longer the usual dark blue, but tinged with white, and as they opened and closed, extremely cold white vapor oozed out from the slits.

This is an Ice Demon Lord who has stepped into the Desolate Rank, and is also the top combat force of the Ice Demon Clan guarding their lair.

The gray figure on the throne slightly turned its head, and two dark red lights slowly lit up from the shadows.

From the depths of the ice wall behind the throne came a faint rustling sound, like countless insects wriggling beneath the ice, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"The descendant of the ice dragon... and that human..."

The gray shadow's voice was drawn out and had an eerie tremor.

"Find them... and bring them back."

The gray figure raised its right hand, its withered fingertips tracing a path through the void, leaving behind a semi-transparent afterimage. Its form was like a fleeting ghost, completely unlike the hard flesh and blood body of the Ice Demon.

"My King," the Ice Demon Lord said in a deep, rumbling voice, his tone like muffled thunder rolling through an icy cave, "to be alive... or dead?"

The gray shadow let out a soft chuckle.

The laughter didn't sound like a human voice; instead, it was like a flute playing out of tune on a cold night—sharp, disjointed, each note scratching at the heart and sending a chill down one's spine.

"Naturally... it has to be alive." The gray shadow's tone still carried a hint of cruel irony. "The ice dragon bloodline must be sacrificed alive, and that human must also be separated alive to be pure enough."

Upon hearing Gray Shadow's command, the Desolate-Rank Ice Demon Lord abruptly raised its head, and three white slits suddenly widened to their maximum extent, emitting sound waves that only ice demons could hear.

The next second, the next moment, its massive body suddenly rose up, enveloped in surging frost, and strode into the dark passage behind the nest.

Several cracks immediately appeared in the ice walls on both sides, and more than a dozen ice demons of varying heights filed out, silently following behind the lord, like an evil army born from the underworld.

As the gray shadow on the throne returned to deathly silence, the dark red light that had been shining within it slowly faded away.

When that steel-forged fingertip gently touched the ground, a silent shockwave seemed to penetrate the entire ice cave and seep into the nest from all directions.

It was as if, deep within this frozen lair of the Ice Demon, countless man-eating behemoths were slowly reviving.