Tian Shuang's five fingers condensed into mysterious ice, forming a set of frosty claws.
He flew straight towards Zhang Hei.
Zhang Hei felt a blur before his eyes, a fierce wind rushing at him. Fixing his gaze, he saw that Tian Shuang, as if teleporting, had already reached him.
The claws slashed diagonally, and Zhang Hei's Black Snake Spear, raised instinctively, was directly chopped in half.
Zhang Hei had no time to react, and three claw marks appeared on his chest.
A moment before, blood sprayed wildly. The next moment, frost gathered on the wounds, stopping the bleeding while invading his internal organs and limbs.
Zhang Hei felt as if he had gone from midsummer to winter, his whole body frozen, making every movement slow and heavy, extremely difficult.
Tian Shuang swung his claws again.
His mood was very bad, and he needed this close combat to vent his frustrations.
Zhang Hei stared wide-eyed, watching as the fatal blow was about to come down on him.
Clang.
