The Iron Han Armor spurted out a flame tongue more than a meter long, and in a near-collapse state, propelled the Ice Coffin to gradually accelerate.
The terrifying cold air of the Ice Coffin had severely corroded Ning Zhuo, causing his hands and arms to lose sensation.
The heavy Ice Coffin, under Ning Zhuo's life-risking push, gained speed like the head of an ice war hammer hurled by The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, smashing through the final distance and plunging into the Wangchuan Tributary.
Plop!
Crack! Crick-crack! Crackle—!!!
Centered around the Ice Coffin, the water of the River of Oblivion instantly froze!
White frost swiftly spread through the tributary, turning the flowing river water into stark white solid ice wherever it reached.
"No!" The Earth Evil God roared, infuriated, charging towards the Wangchuan Tributary.
Luo Si's fishing rod broke inch by inch in his hand, and he himself half-knelt on the Bronze War Chariot, spitting a mouthful of blood.
