In front of Lin Xuan, the blood-colored sword light paused for a moment, suspended in mid-air.
The sword light was enveloped in countless layers of cold ice, forming a sheet of frost. Not only that, but the three Han Jian Guang behind him were also instantly sealed in ice.
The sea of flames above, the mist underfoot, the hidden weapons and ghosts around him, and the boundless blood sea, were all sealed in ice at this moment.
This scene was eerie, like a blue scroll slowly unfolding.
Not only these attacks, but the Martial Artists around who made their moves were similarly forced out of the void by the blue cold energy.
They couldn't even manage to escape before being sealed by the cold energy, forming ice sculptures.
The one wielding the sword was a handsome young man, dressed in a blood-colored robe, with black hair coiled atop his head, held in place with a fork.
