Hea Bing, seizing the advantage, was relentless, chasing after the retreating Li Baxian with his spear, thrusting it like a dragon, intent on finishing him off.
Surrounded by surging spirit force, a thick fog suddenly appeared around Feng Yuechan. The temperature around her plummeted, and Hea Bing, not noticing in time, charged headfirst into the icy chill. Ice crystals spread as the cold turned into ice, threatening to encase Hea Bing completely.
If they were of the same cultivation level, he definitely wouldn't have been able to escape the constraints of this magic. But since Hea Bing's cultivation was a full three minor realms higher than Feng Yuechan's, the moment he sensed danger, his body shook, and his surging spirit force shattered the ice encrusting his skin.
He turned to look at Feng Yuechan not far away, his heart moved slightly, and he launched several weapon controls that struck her spirit umbrella Magic Artifact.