A hysterical scream erupted from the stump of his severed arm, accompanied by the sight of his face, a mask of both ice and fire.
Bai Zhantang's intact left arm began to transform, undergoing the same change. Half of it was covered in frost, while the other half was seized by scorching heat. The effect spread from his shoulder all the way down to his fingertips.
CRACK! As he roared in fury, he clenched his good hand into a fist, his knuckles cracking from the force.
The next moment, that fist of ice and fire hurtled directly toward Qin Fan's chest.
"Die!" With a ferocious expression, Bai Zhantang held nothing back in this attack.
However, faced with the Yin Yang Ice Fire Fist that could shatter stone, Qin Fan merely sneered. "A mere firefly dares to compete with the splendor of the sun and moon?"
