With a swift flick of the blue silk in her hand, the frosty energy around her immediately crystallized into ice spikes, ice blades, and even ice arrows.
Regardless of their shape, each looked brimming with endless sharpness, giving the impression that every ice spike or blade could easily pierce through mountains.
Streams of light flew, ice spikes plummeted vertically from the sky, cold breath condensed into sharp blades, ice arrows densely showered like raindrops, covering the entire battlefield and forming a sea of frost.
Cao Zhen's face revealed a chilling killing intent. He understood why these people pursued him—after all, he had seized the finest treasure.
Understanding did not mean he would let others hunt him down without retaliation.
If outside, he might have considered the idea of exterminating them.
Yet the surroundings were filled with chaos of void, allowing him to leverage them for greater power, exhibiting more transformations.
