The moment Han Yucrossed into the final hundred meters, the temperature dropped sharply.
The cold aura of the Cold Silk Orchid washed over him like a wave.
Frost formed instantly along his eyebrows, eyelashes, and the edges of his robes. His exposed skin prickled painfully as moisture in the air crystallized upon contact. Even his eyes burned as a thin layer of frost threatened to form over their surface.
Han Yu reacted instantly.
He activated the Dancing Flame Art, circulating its heat beneath his skin in controlled waves. Warmth spread through his muscles, countering the invasive cold just enough to keep him functional.
Only then did he manage to breathe steadily again.
But the cost was immediate and obvious.
His Qi consumption spiked sharply.
The Dancing Flame Art, usually smooth and efficient, now burned through his reserves at an alarming rate as it fought against the orchid's relentless cold aura. It was like holding back a glacier with a bonfire.
