The Ice Prison Fire Tower's first level, the Ice Prison, formed a field akin to a Realm around him. The temperature plummeted, severely restricting his opponent's ability to manipulate Spirit Charm.
To be able to enter this level was comparable to a Martial Artist reaching the Spirit Body Realm; one's body had to be tempered to a state of extreme, unyielding frigidity.
As Extreme charged forward, his massive form seemed to enter the Polar Regions. Frost condensed on his rock-hard body, his speed diminished. Reflected in his pupils was the youth, who stood like a Frost War God, clad in newly formed armor and holding the pass alone.
"You've actually cultivated the Ice Prison?"
At that moment, Extreme's pupils trembled. Memories surged from the depths of his Soul.
