The Snow Sprite Lord, however, only had a look of disdain in its eyes. It showed no fear of this. Its right arm quickly retracted, and in a flash, it had blocked its chest. With a loud "ping," a shocking scene appeared before the eyes of Cheng Wenming's group of three. The streak of light that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth was directly blocked by the Snow Sprite Lord's forearm and sent flying. The entire blade head was thrown high up, while only a shower of sparkling ice shards flew from the Snow Sprite Lord's forearm. Then, a shallow, thin line of a blade mark appeared on its forearm.
"Human, this is not your main attack spirit artifact. It's too weak. What are you afraid of? Hehe!!" The Snow Sprite Lord let out a low roar and then laughed.
Cheng Wenming and Ye Xiuwen and Tan Zeshan on the side were all somewhat astonished. Cheng Wenming was also frustrated in his heart. He dared not use his strongest fire-type divine abilities to fight the enemy. Even the Green Dragon Crescent Blade he took out was only a Spirit Treasure. With his qualifications to enter the Northern Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, he of course also possessed a magical treasure. It was just that his magical treasure was also a fire-type Iron Ruler refined to complement his main cultivation method. But he really dared not use fire-type divine abilities against a Snow Sprite Lord, so he had used his wood Spirit Power to control this Spirit Treasure. But it was clear that its power could not be fully unleashed.
At this moment, Ye Xiuwen on the other side had already made a decision with Tan Zeshan. The shorter Tan Zeshan had already stood up. With a point of his single hand, the Snow Sprite Lord, who was about to continue its attack on Cheng Wenming, also paused. Because in front of him, the space distorted, and a chain hammer struck at his face.
Tan Zeshan had not withdrawn his Natal Magical Treasure, the Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book. Instead, he had summoned a chain hammer. He was mainly of the earth-type Spirit Power, known for his long-lasting power. He was usually balanced in both offense and defense. The Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book was for defense, and the chain hammer was for offense. It was a set of techniques. Although his cultivation was far inferior to Cheng Wenming's, his attack at this moment was not inferior to Cheng Wenming's previous attack.
What was unexpected was that Tan Zeshan, as a Confucian cultivator, had such a domineering side. The moment the chain hammer appeared, its head rapidly grew larger, growing with the wind. In an instant, a huge black object occupied thirty percent of the width of the Melting Cave and smashed towards the Snow Sprite Lord, who was about to pursue Cheng Wenming. The originally extremely heavy chain hammer, however, under the hand seals of Tan Zeshan, a white, hazy spiritual power struck the long iron chain. The surface of the iron chain immediately rippled with a series of undulating waves. These white waves instantly covered the hammer head along the iron chain. The huge hammer head, as if instantly ignoring space, appeared directly before the Snow Sprite Lord's face, about two feet away.
This sudden attack really startled the Snow Sprite Lord. It then let out an angry roar, crossed its arms before its chest, and another sound of metal clashing rang out. A figure flew rapidly backward. This time it was Tan Zeshan. He had come quickly and gone quickly. It was clear that his strength was far inferior to the Snow Sprite Lord's. He was already spitting blood in mid-air, having suffered a considerable loss in the head-on clash.
The Snow Sprite Lord just chuckled. Just as it was about to pursue, its speed suddenly dropped. Because where its arms had collided with the chain hammer, a not-so-small white pit had appeared. And around the pit, white smoke was still "hissing." The originally indestructible ice and snow armor on the Snow Sprite Lord's body had melted like snow in spring. Even the long, hard ice inside its arms, like human bones, could be seen clearly, and several of them were already dripping with blue liquid. This seemed to cause the Snow Sprite Lord some pain. In the next moment, its entire body flared with blue flame, continuously surging towards the wounds on its arms. In just a moment, it had returned to normal.
Tan Zeshan, who was retreating, sighed in his heart with regret. Although what he had just used was not Righteous Qi, it was also the grand and righteous spirit power of the Confucian school, which also had a huge damaging effect on yin and evil things. Although the damage was not as great as that of the ultimate yang flame on yin and evil things, the Snow Sprite Lord's special constitution made it impossible for it to be devoured immediately. Cheng Wenming's fire-type divine abilities were very effective against ordinary Snow Sprites and other yin and evil things here, but he was wary of the Snow Sprite Lord. His cultivation method could deliver a fatal blow to the Snow Sprite Lord at a critical moment. This was something Ye Xiuwen and Tan Zeshan could definitely not do. If they had followed their original plan, they would have set up an ambush. Then, after consuming a large amount of the Snow Sprite Lord's stamina, Cheng Wenming would have been the one to kill it in the end. But now, Cheng Wenming was less useful than Ye Xiuwen and Tan Zeshan, unless his cultivation reached the Pseudo-Core Realm, then he could suppress the Snow Sprite Lord with absolute strength.
The Snow Sprite Lord now had a wary look on its face. Its gaze towards Tan Zeshan became even more ferocious. In the next moment, it immediately charged towards Tan Zeshan again, but this time it was obviously more careful in its charge.
Cheng Wenming and Tan Zeshan looked at each other, and the two of them stepped forward again. After a few more exchanges, the Snow Sprite Lord's eyes gradually brightened. The chain hammer cultivator who had caused him great damage, apart from the first few powerful attacks, the intimidating power on the chain hammer was now gradually weakening.
As expected, Tan Zeshan's chain hammer attack had caused considerable damage to the Snow Sprite Lord under its great power. But his realm was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. Facing a demonic beast of the same level, he had to consume more Spirit Power. Each attack required more than sixty percent of his Spirit Power to cause damage to the Snow Sprite Lord. Otherwise, it could only serve as a mere obstruction. In this way, in a life-and-death battle between masters, it was often decided in just a few moves, with both sides giving their all. His Spirit Power consumption was huge. Originally, with his cultivation, this phenomenon should have appeared after dozens of moves, because Cheng Wenming was constantly containing the Snow Sprite Lord on the side. But Tan Zeshan had to divert thirty percent of his power to the Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book on the side for defense. Just a few moves had made his forehead sweat.
For a time, the two sides reached a temporary stalemate. One side wanted to resolve the opponent as quickly as possible, while the other was looking for an opportunity to escape in the battle. After several lightning-fast exchanges, neither Cheng Wenming nor the other had a chance to break away from the battle. The Snow Sprite Lord, relying on its powerful body, in the narrow cave space, gave them no chance to escape in its direction.
And on the other side, although Ye Xiuwen had no problem defending, he still took the initiative to bear the attack of the vast majority of the Snow Sprites, expanding his Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book to even cover most of the other Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book.
But this balance could not be maintained for long. The Snow Sprite Lord on this side let out a high-pitched, shrill cry, followed by a series of explosions. Ye Xiuwen's face turned pale, and his body trembled continuously. His Spirit Power began to circulate at an even faster rate. Because the Snow Sprites outside the shield had begun to choose to self-destruct their demonic cores, covering the two shields with a thick layer of blue ethereal fire, which began to burn slowly. Even Tan Zeshan had to turn back from time to time to reinforce the Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book under his Divine Sense control. But even so, those blue ethereal flames had made the Iron Scroll Cinnabar Book emit "kaka" sounds, as if ice was cracking. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could not defend for long against wave after wave of grade-one demonic beasts that did not hesitate to self-destruct.
Normally, to deal with these hundred Snow Sprites, with Ye Xiuwen's cultivation, he just needed to dodge and hunt among them like a fish. But to face them head-on, the situation was completely different.
After holding on for a few more breaths, Ye Xiuwen let out a low roar, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This is not good. I can hold on for less than twenty more breaths at most. In ten breaths, I'll let go of the defense on my side, and we'll break out forward together. Only then will we have a chance of survival." He quickly sent a voice transmission to Cheng Wenming and the other.
At this time, Cheng Wenming was also looking for a suitable opportunity to escape. His mind was only focused on how to escape. He did not hate Li Yan for his sudden disappearance. On the contrary, he was more terrified of Li Yan's mysteriousness. Now, he only hoped that the other party would not kick them when they were down. Hearing Ye Xiuwen's urgent voice transmission, Cheng Wenming grit his teeth. A light flashed in his hand, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade had already disappeared, replaced by a completely crimson Iron Ruler. He shook his hand fiercely, and the blood rushed to his face. A ball of flame erupted from the crimson Iron Ruler. Coupled with his stout figure, he looked like a god of fire descending to the world.
At this moment, Cheng Wenming could no longer care about not being able to use fire-type divine abilities and magical treasures. Otherwise, his combat power would only be seventy percent of its original. If this continued, let alone escaping, he might soon be worn down by the opponent. The crimson Iron Ruler blazed with raging flames, seeming to have the tendency to melt the thousand-year-old ice and snow in this Melting Cave. The Snow Sprite Lord, on the other hand, let out a long laugh, its voice shaking the Melting Cave and spreading far and wide. The ethereal fire in its eyes was already jumping more and more actively. It also shook its hands, and one blue flame after another quickly covered its entire body. In the slightly dark ice and snow Melting Cave, it looked like a dancing will-o'-the-wisp, giving it a demonic and chilling appearance.
"Human, you should have used your greatest divine ability long ago. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too unjust to die?" As it spoke, the Snow Sprite Lord had already pounced over.
Soon, the two sides were entangled. Cheng Wenming only felt his body shake, and then he felt that the Spirit Power in his body was no longer under his control and was being wrapped away by the opponent's blue ethereal fire. Then he grit his teeth and quickly sent a voice transmission to Ye Xiuwen and Tan Zeshan, "If we don't go now, when will we!"
At the same time, a shrill cry suddenly came from Cheng Wenming's Iron Ruler. A Crimson Crow, covered in fire, suddenly drilled out from the Iron Ruler. A dazzling red flame suddenly erupted from its body. The red flame turned into another Iron Ruler in the wind. This ruler was seventy percent shorter than the one Cheng Wenming held, but its shape was identical, as if it were a mini Iron Ruler. The moment the small Iron Ruler took shape, it stood vertically and slashed down at the connection point between the large Iron Ruler and the blue ethereal fire. With a "chi" sound, the large Iron Ruler, which had been firmly held, was separated from the blue ethereal fire. And the small Iron Ruler once again turned into a Crimson Crow. With a sad cry, it was directly wrapped in the blue ethereal fire. The approaching Snow Sprite Lord was obviously stunned. This situation of it devouring the ultimate yang flame had never happened before, but today it had happened twice.
Cheng Wenming took this opportunity, while the Snow Sprite Lord was stunned, and was as fast as lightning. His body ducked low and slipped under the Snow Sprite Lord's armpit. And just as the Snow Sprite Lord had just reacted and was about to reach back with a loud shout to stop Cheng Wenming, Tan Zeshan and Ye Xiuwen had also withdrawn their Iron Scroll Cinnabar Books and arrived before him, one in front and one behind. Now the Snow Sprite Lord was attacked from both front and back. If it continued to attack the fire-type cultivator, the two behind would definitely take the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. It still shot out a blue ethereal fire with one hand behind it. This fire turned into a large net in the air and covered Cheng Wenming. Its other hand slapped its chest, and a rotating blue vortex immediately appeared in the middle of its huge body. Within it, one ball of blue ethereal fire after another formed into pairs of sharp claws, which reached out from the vortex and grabbed at Ye Xiuwen and Tan Zeshan.