Inside the secret chamber, all was utterly silent.

Lin Mo stood before the cold jade bed, calmly watching the youth sealed within black mystic ice.

At Nangong Yu's brow, the black snowflake mark turned slowly like a living thing. It seemed to sense the threat. Its rotation quickened, the frigid aura it gave off growing denser and denser, until thicker crystals of ice formed across the walls of the chamber.

Lin Mo could clearly sense that this power called the Nine Nether Cold Fiend was, in essence, a kind of energy lifeform born in a place of absolute yin. It possessed no complete intelligence, only the instinct to devour life and souls.