At first, Iron Fist Locke didn't take the story seriously, but his expression suddenly changed. He roared and threw more than ten punches, causing a large area of ​​space around him to collapse. Then he took the opportunity to turn around and run away.

Although he wasn't known for his speed, his strength was undeniable, and he quickly disappeared from sight, leaving only a blurry silhouette.

Zuan dodged the collapsing space, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I didn't expect I'd actually guessed right."

He took out the Sun-Shooting Bow, drew the bow, and an arrow shot out. A brilliant meteor streaked across the sky and struck Iron Fist Locke directly in the back, causing his entire body to explode.

The Snow Maiden didn't need Zaun's instructions; she already understood. At the same time, she stirred up an ice storm on the ground, swirling up the scattered stones and sending them directly into the sky, preventing them from landing.

The Snow Woman's ice storm was no ordinary event; every snowflake within it was like the sharpest blade. The entire ice storm was like a giant meat grinder, quickly shredding the rubble in the sky before sending it soaring upwards into outer space.

As expected, Iron Fist Locke never came back to life.

The Snow Woman landed beside Zaun and asked curiously, "How do you know it needs to touch the earth to regenerate?"

Zuan smiled and said, "There can't be anything that is absolutely immortal in this world. If that's the case, then its abilities must have weaknesses. In the previous attacks, I deliberately destroyed its body in mid-air, but it didn't regenerate in the air immediately. Instead, it reassembled itself after falling to the ground. That's why I made my guess."

"Of course, it's just a guess. I just gave it a random story to try and trick it, but I didn't expect it to be so impatient and confirm my guess."

The snow woman remained silent for a while before finally uttering a sentence: "Are all humans as cunning as you?"

"You used the wrong word. This is called intelligence, and there are probably not many humans as handsome and intelligent as me," Zuan corrected.

The snow woman stared at him for a long time: "You're shameless."

Zuan: "..."

He coughed lightly and changed the subject, saying, "The next one we'll have to deal with is probably their leader. You're too badly injured, so I'll go alone from now on."

The thought of that luminous figure always gave him a sense of foreboding. What exactly was that being's ability?