Chapter 630 533: "Ah Han, I've Finally Found You!" Ye Liyuan Is on Her Way

Deep within the scarlet iceberg, the frigid air was sharp as a knife. Even the white puffs of breath froze into ice crystals in an instant.

Qing Yueqiu curled up, her slender fingertips blue with cold. A thin layer of frost even coated her eyelashes.

Instinctively seeking warmth, she burrowed into Pei Yuhang's arms, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "Master... it's so cold here..."

Pei Yuhang looked at Nangong Jin and Lin Qianyan, whose lips were also pale from the cold, and said softly,

"Qianqian, Junior Sister Nangong, come lean against me."

"Mm..."

Having received Pei Yuhang's approval, the two naturally cast aside their reservations. They huddled close, pressing tightly against his arms like two small animals seeking shelter, wishing they could burrow completely inside his robes for warmth.

Pei Yuhang lowered his gaze slightly, reaching out to gather them closer into his embrace. He slowly transferred his warm Pure Yang True Qi to them, dispelling the chill from their bodies.

Pei Yuhang then looked at Shang Miaoyan. It seemed that because she hadn't received an invitation from him, the woman was sitting alone in a corner, hugging her knees.

Frost had already frozen the tips of her hair, making Shang Miaoyan's skin appear unnaturally pale.

But she kept her lips pressed together, stubbornly refusing to look up.

Pei Yuhang's gaze fell upon her. Seeing that she was clearly trembling from the cold yet refused to show any weakness, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Shang Miaoyan, you should come over too."

Seeing Pei Yuhang take the initiative to speak, Shang Miaoyan pouted, then finally got up and leaned into his embrace.

But as she looked at the other three women being held in Pei Yuhang's arms, she still felt a little displeased and wanted to get up and move away again.

Helpless, Pei Yuhang reached out, wrapped an arm around her, and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

Shang Miaoyan struggled for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist her dependence on the warmth, so she obediently allowed Pei Yuhang to hold her.

As her stiff, frozen body gradually softened, the tips of her ears quietly turned red.

Outside the iceberg, the Red-robed Pope watched as Pei Yuhang and his group resisted the encroaching ice.

Blood vessels spread through his strange, scarlet eyes. He was about to split another pupil to increase the output of his Pupil Power and finish off Pei Yuhang and the others for good.

But the next moment, a soul-tearing agony made him grunt and lower his head.

Watching specks of blood trickle from his eyes, the Red-robed Pope paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "I can't exert any more force, or I won't be able to keep that arrogant Empress contained..."

"But the Abyssal Sea Palace is about to emerge, and no one can stop it from happening!"

An uncanny light flickered in the Red-robed Pope's scarlet eyes, like two blood moons suspended over the Abyss.

He slowly scanned the restless horde of Dragon Corpses before him. Under the pressure of his gaze, these Dragon Corpses, which should have been fearless, seemed as if an invisible hand was strangling them. They instantly froze in place, their ferocious heads drooping as they let out low whimpers.

'That guy...'

Pei Yuhang watched the Cardinal outside the iceberg, who appeared to be very weak, and couldn't help but clench his fists.

'This is the best chance to stop him. I have to break this iceberg seal as quickly as possible. Otherwise, he'll be even harder to deal with once he recovers.'

However, this scarlet iceberg was even harder than the one that had first frozen Nangong Jin, and its interior was far more solid than its exterior.

'To break it open from the inside,' Pei Yuhang estimated, 'I'd probably need a massive explosion from detonating my own Essence Blood.'

'But Yueqiu and Qianqian are right beside me now. An explosion of that magnitude would definitely injure them severely...'

Just as Pei Yuhang was lost in thought, he suddenly saw the Red-robed Pope stride toward the largest Dragon Corpse.

He climbed onto the Dragon Corpse's enormous skeleton. There, protected by the ghastly white ribs, a golden Dragon Heart the height of a man was beating powerfully, emitting a dull, thunderous sound.

Golden Dragon Blood coursed through its vessels, emitting an alluring luster.

The Red-robed Pope slowly lifted a corner of his mask. Then, to Pei Yuhang's astonishment, he suddenly bent down and bit into the beating Dragon Heart.

"Has he gone mad?"

Shang Miaoyan had also seen this and couldn't help but cover her delicate lips in shock.

After the Human Race Sacred Land suppressed some of the Dragon Corpses, they began a series of experiments centered on them.

This included the Dragon Blood within the Dragon Hearts.

This Dragon Blood contained immense power. It was the core of the Dragon Corpses' immortality, extremely difficult to destroy. Even if it was destroyed, it could quickly regenerate as long as it had enough life force to consume.

The Sect had once considered using Dragon Blood as a material to help Cultivators become stronger. Unfortunately, the Dragon Blood contained a virulent, curse-like poison. Without exception, everyone who participated in the Dragon Blood experiments perished completely.

And now, this Red-robed Pope was actively consuming Dragon Blood!

SPLURT—

Scalding hot golden Dragon Blood gushed out, flowing down his pale jaw and staining his red papal robes an even more garish shade.

As the Dragon Blood went down his throat, the Red-robed Pope's body began to undergo a bizarre transformation.

Flesh writhed at the stump of his severed arm, and wisps of Ji Shenyun's Black Gold Demon Qi were expelled from the wound.

Granulation tissue grew at a visible rate. The newly formed arm was covered in pitch-black Dragon Scales, and sharp Bone Spikes pierced through the skin, glinting coldly in the sunlight.

"He's taken on draconic features, but why isn't he dead?"

Shang Miaoyan murmured in confusion. All the Cultivators who had undergone the Dragon Blood experiments had eventually evolved toward a draconic form, only to then twist and die horribly.

"Perhaps it's because there is something even more evil inside him, suppressing the Dragon Blood's corrosion of his body."

Pei Yuhang narrowed his eyes, thinking of the Red-robed Pope's sinister, blood-red eyes and their constantly splitting pupils.