Countless crimson dragon eyes emitted bursts of red light, reflecting off the ice-built hall, creating dense beams of light that left nowhere to hide.
A few beams shot into the second-level passage where Yang Yu was located.
Yang Yu dodged around, avoiding all the energy beams.
No chance to catch his breath; as the light splattered everywhere, Yang Yu heard footsteps coming from behind.
Two exquisite, transparent ice puppets walked out of their room, and with a flick of their hands, the cold air turned into sharp blades in their hands.
The two ice puppets, one on the left and one on the right, coordinated with each other, attacking Yang Yu's back.
Turning around, Yang Yu's sword blade danced in the air, severing the arms of the two ice puppets in an instant.
The ice puppets' arms fell to the ground, shattering into countless ice shards. But for just an arm, how could they care? Countless chills surged towards their neat severed points, and a new arm was rapidly forming.
