The entire platform was surrounded by flowing water on one side, with mist steaming up; on the other side, flames soared into the sky, with rolling heat, as if it had become two completely different worlds.
"All right. Yang Wanyi, then be careful."
Feeling the powerful pressure emanating from Yang Wanyi, Fei Xueyan's eyes became completely serious, and a sharp glint flickered in her gaze.
Clang!
Cold air shot in all directions as Fei Xueyan's blue sword unsheathed.
Instantly, half of the platform was enveloped in a blue radiance, an astonishingly extreme cold spread out, freezing the nearby mist, with large crystals of ice rising up from the platform, and with cracking sounds, the surrounding water began to solidify.
"That sword!"
Luo Feng's gaze flickered, stopping on the sword in Fei Xueyan's hand.
