The captain's blood techniques were vicious and unpredictable. His blade would dissolve into mist and reform from impossible angles.
His body flickered in and out of existence, using the blood mist as a medium to teleport short distances.
But Jiang Shi's ice was absolute.
Every time he tried to overwhelm her with speed, she would create barriers of ice mirrors that slowed his movements by blocking his path.
When he attempted to use his blood mist to obscure her vision or move past those barriers, she would summon blizzards to freeze the bloody mist itself. With it frozen, the captain found it hard to contend against Jiang Shi.
Her sword work was elegant yet chillingly brutal, each strike carrying the weight of winter itself.
"Impossible!" the captain roared as another of his attacks was deflected. "How can someone eight levels below me—"
Jiang Shi didn't let him finish. She thrust her hand forward, and the ice phoenix, which had been circling above, dove down like a meteor.
