The icy breath spread, white frost scattered across the entire world. The Pseudo-Domain Power of Thor, combined with Anna’s Ice and Snow Land, as well as the power of the Ice Elf, covered not just within five meters, but expanded over a range exceeding a kilometer.

The snowstorm swept through.

The high temperature that had risen gradually retreated.

The flames burning on Count Engle’s body gradually succumbed to suppression.

Looking at the High-Level Recovery Potion and High-Level Life Potion that Thor threw over, Count Engle was somewhat dazed, instinctively failing to react.

"Father, hurry and take it."

Thor spoke again.

"Alright!"

Count Engle took a deep breath, no longer refusing, and opened the High-Level Life Potion and drank it.

As the High-Level Life Potion was consumed, a surge of enormous life force began to flood within his body, with the immense damage caused by the Secret Technique almost visibly healing quickly.

Yet, a single bottle of High-Level Life Potion was nearly impossible to achieve complete recovery.

Even with a bottle of High-Level Recovery Potion, it would be very difficult.

However, a bottle of High-Level Recovery Potion managed to gradually heal Count Engle’s injuries by a bit.

The remaining damage, especially the injuries on the spirit, was not something that could be recovered overnight.

Count Engle looked at the High-Level Recovery Potion in his hand.

His figure descended directly to the nearby ground.

There, Michael was already barely standing.

At this moment, he was also somewhat astounded; the raging flame within his body, as well as the external flames, had calmed down thanks to Count Engle’s extraction and now in the freezing Ice and Snow Land.

"Young Master Thor!"

Seeing Count Engle descend, followed by Thor.

Michael couldn’t help but speak.

"Michael, take it, and hurry up and consume it!"

Count Engle glanced at his son, then tossed the High-Level Recovery Potion to Michael.

"This!"

Michael instinctively caught it, then was about to speak.

"Consume it, your injuries are no lighter than mine."

"If not stabilized, we might not last until the Essence of Life."

Count Engle spoke irritably.

"Essence of Life!"

Thor’s brow raised; he wasn’t too surprised by his father’s decision, but what startled him was the term Count Engle mentioned.

And seemingly understanding Thor’s confusion.

Count Engle chuckled and explained.

"Thor, you’re not the only one with gains; we have acquired quite a bit of Essence of Life previously. Without High-Level Recovery Potion, just a drop of Essence of Life can likely restore to some extent."

With Count Engle’s explanation.

Thor understood what was going on.

His expression couldn’t help but show a hint of astonishment.

Even he did not expect his father to have gained so much.

Essence of Life, compared to High-Level Life Potion, was undoubtedly much more precious.

Generally, it could only be produced by ancient trees over ten thousand years old; just a drop contained boundless Life Source Power and could replace High-Level Life Potion and restore oneself.

Even with Thor’s daily information, he had not obtained a single drop during this period.

And yet his father seemed to have harvested quite a lot.

This was truly unbelievable.

"Father, you guys!"

Thor instinctively spoke, unsure what to say.

But before the father and son could continue their conversation.

In the next moment, a surge of powerful Life Source Power exploded.

Thor’s eyes instantly looked into the distance.

Count Engle, Michael did the same.

And just at the moment they looked, a figure shot into the sky and rapidly fled into the distant sky.

"It’s that guy!"

Michael’s expression changed, blurting out.

"Hmph, escaping rather quickly!"

Count Engle couldn’t help but snort coldly.

Even with initial contact, in just that moment, he understood his son’s current strength likely matched or even surpassed his own.

With a consumed bottle of High-Level Life Potion and a bottle of High-Level Recovery Potion, the two had mostly recovered; together, they might truly succeed.

Yet he hadn’t expected that guy would flee directly.

Of course, at this moment, Croiss felt only terror; the spreading Ice and Snow World had instantly frozen him.

If not for the arrived figure not making a move, Croiss felt he might have perished instantly.

Now, barely escaping, he naturally chose to retreat promptly.

Domain; that’s the power of the Domain.

Even though he was hailed as the closest existence to Half-Step Sanctuary, he ultimately hadn’t broken into the Holy Sanctuary.

Facing a Half-Step Sanctuary with a Domain Prototype, he stood no chance.

If he didn’t use this opportunity to leave, no one knew what might happen next.

"Boom!"

Footsteps treading the void, Croiss’s figure nearly reached its peak, even utilizing Secret Technique, quickly heading towards the canyon.

"He’s indeed cautious."

"What a pity!"