321 Wu Feng Xianlu
Within the fierce beast's body, extending along the blood vessels, an icy net formed rapidly, freezing and entrapping its muscles, bones, and flesh.
It still wasn't over.
Hundred Swords Ice Array.
At this moment, the woman's face had turned pale, her Nascent Soul withered, yet she still cried out once more without hesitation.
In an instant, the cold aura erupted, and its power increased tenfold.
In a flash, all the cold aura was unleashed.
Instantly, the fierce beast was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Now's the time!
The man rejoiced, his figure leaving a trail as he dashed supersonically toward the long-desired Spirit Grass.
The woman was gasping for breath at this moment, her face ashen and devoid of color.
Her Spiritual Qi was emptied, and her Nascent Soul withered.
Clearly, this set exhausted all her strength, her most powerful trump card.
"Haha!" The man rejoiced as the Spirit Grass was right before his eyes.
