"What is that...?!"
Upon seeing the ice lotus appear above Qin Yang's palm, the eyes of Ling Yun, amidst his disheveled hair, suddenly shot out a sharp gleam, with red flames blazing within.
At this moment, the countless shadows of blood spears filled with chilling menace had already shot violently down toward Qin Yang.
"Extreme Cold Freeze!"
Qin Yang shouted coldly. The ice-clear lotus flower above his palm separated from his hand, transforming into an ice-white stream of light and flew toward the multitude of blood spear shadows.
Boom!
An incredibly chilling cold Qi burst forth from the ice lotus.
The extreme cold Qi almost instantly enveloped the innumerable descending blood spear shadows.
Crack! Crack!
On the blood-colored long spears surrounded by traces of crimson flames, ice spread instantly, and the myriad blood-colored long spears were frozen in mid-air as if time had stopped.
"Shatter."
