The bead string in his hand cracked, but the Lord of Wangchuan did not bow his head, nor did he look at it, just accelerated the motion.
He had rich combat experience and knew well: at this moment, he must not hesitate or feel pain for this loss of foundation! Let it be wasted, as long as he can overcome this difficulty, the gain will be enormous, his whole cultivation career will be elevated.
As the Lord of Wangchuan exerted pressure, the bead string became increasingly fragile, starting to shed tiny fragments.
But in exchange, the vortex in the tributary of Wangchuan spun faster and stronger.
The Ice Coffin of the Cold Abyss was trapped at the center of the vortex, with tiny ice crystals being flung from its surface.
And sealed within the Ice Coffin, the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors began to tremble as the ice weakened.
A fierce glow exploded in the eyes of the Lord of Wangchuan as he struggled to perceive.
