Facing the coordinated attack, Lin Xuan's expression darkened. With a wave of his sleeve, a frigid aura surged forth—the icy breath of the Snake King. A black mist billowed out, freezing the very heavens and earth wherever it passed. The Grandmasters leading the charge were instantly encased in ice.
The warriors further back turned pale at the sight. What's happening?
Before they could even react, the frost spread over their bodies in an instant. CRACK! CRACK! One after another, they were turned into ice sculptures, their faces frozen in masks of terror and despair.
The remaining people turned to flee, but the ice continued its relentless spread. More and more of them became frozen statues.
"Damn it, what is this?!" a member of the Wu Family shrieked in terror.
"Get out of my way!" roared someone from the Celestial Dream Pavilion.
