The woman's gaze grew cold, and she uttered four words emanating an intense chilling aura—
"Cold Heaven Ice Arrival!"
Instantly, the water in the pool behind her transformed into a pillar that shot skyward, forming a massive ice cone suspended in mid-air, its sharp tip aimed at Yang Yan, glinting with cold light.
In a moment, the entire hall was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere, as if it sought to freeze both blood and soul.
As Yang Yan felt himself firmly locked in, the woman lightly waved her other hand, and the ice cone came whistling towards him.
Seeing the ice cone above growing larger, Yang Yan silently exclaimed that it was bad, forming a seal with one hand, a Nascent Void Transformation sword materializing in his hand, aimed directly at the woman opposite.
Military Technique—Heaven Slayer!
As he moved swiftly, a flash of gold covered his entire body, forming a golden bell that enveloped him entirely.
