Slowly, the blade of the Ice Sword was tightly gripped by five Void Palm Prints.
It's easy to imagine that over time, the sword body would inevitably shatter under the powerful force of the palm.
As the palm prints gained control over the sword body, Ling Xiao's smile grew wider.
"Stop your futile struggles. If you beg for mercy obediently, I can let you die a little more comfortably."
"Brat, this isn't over yet. Don't boast too soon."
Sikong Master replied with a calm smile, exerting all his energy.
The Ice Sword slowly moved backward, seemingly trying to escape from the tight grip of the hand.
How could the giant hand allow its prey to escape? Food in the mouth still wants to run?
The five fingers, like the teeth of a crocodile, exerted even greater force. The speed of the Ice Sword retreating was gradually slowing, as if it was losing the ability to resist.
