Protoss Judgment Hall, Great Hall.
Venerable Ruling sat high on the golden throne, his face gloomy like the sky before a storm.
His whole body did not release any coercion, but the air in the entire hall froze, and it became difficult to breathe.
In the center of the hall, there were more than a dozen protoss monks kneeling.
They were ragged and covered in wounds, and they were the ones who had escaped back from Tianlei Mountain.
Jiang Xuelan’s thousand-mile ice seal only trapped them for less than an hour, and the ice crystal shattered.
But Chen Ping and Jiang Xuelan had already left, and they could only flee back to the Judgment Hall in despair.
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