The group hadn't reacted yet.
In the next moment.
They saw the woman in purple slightly raise her hand.
Everyone present suddenly felt an unprecedented, powerful pressure. It was the transition between spring and summer, yet a chilling cold stream descended from the skies and swept past everyone.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Whoever was shrouded by this cold stream was unable to escape, freezing in place, maintaining their pose from when they were alive!
Yuwen Dong, Shi Hongzhang, and Ying Liquan, no matter how fast, were still slower than the cold descending from the heavens!
Swish!
The wind howled as the cold swept in.
The cold actually transformed mid-air into wind blades and frost swords, materializing, and slashed towards the three!
The three turned pale with fright, frantically circulating their Inner Qi to the limit, each wielding a sword and stabbing out with a long spear.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
