Within the ice crevasse, the cold wind swept up tiny shards of ice, biting into faces like knives.
Qin Tian held the Black Frost Saber, his tall figure standing like a pine tree before the giant monster, the tip of his blade steadily pressing against the spiked palm of the massive hand.
Before him stood a towering, malformed monster like a small mountain, with dark purple skin and muscles knotted like old roots beneath it, while oozing wounds dripped dark green fluid, the pressure of a high level of Tier Seven weighing down like storm clouds.
Though he appeared as insignificant as an ant in the shadow of the monster, his spine remained straight and unyielding.
Two completely different forces fiercely contested at the knife's edge, creating visible spiritual energy ripples, momentarily evenly matched.
"Qin Tian!"
Taishi Feng and Huo Yuansheng had just broken free from the black gas, stumbling in and finally able to breathe easy at the sight.
