"Buzz!"
The space vibrated slightly.
Mo Wangchen extended a finger again, pointing at the center of Fang Yuan's forehead.
In an instant, an infinite perception followed his finger, probing into Fang Yuan's body.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
The terrifying ice cold energy attacked once more, stronger than before.
Mo Wangchen's palm was visibly freezing at a rapid speed.
Ice and frost covered it, emitting an astonishingly cold aura, as coldness surged.
"Retreat!"
Mo Wangchen shouted coldly, releasing his perception to its peak, and within his body, it condensed into divine fire, swiftly moving through his meridians.
The divine fire released endless heat energy, burning the ice cold energy invading his body into some kind of energy, gradually strengthening Mo Wangchen's perception.
The fire and cold energies created some friction within the room, making the atmosphere extremely eerie.
