Chapter 1737 Life Hanging by a Thread (Part 1)

At this moment, Wood, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned his head slowly, his face filled with astonishment, as he witnessed what was happening behind him. His eyes trembled slightly.
In front of him, Xiao Chen stood still, holding a crimson long knife. Although his clothes were tattered and his body was covered in fresh bloodstains, he didn't seem to be seriously injured.
Floating in mid-air in front of him was a peculiar ice sculpture. The ice sculpture, which should have been flawless, was now stained with patches of blood, revealing faint traces through the ice.