The White Mist Robe pushed forward with both hands, and immediately twelve ice crystals, along with the original twin swords, spun like a vortex towards Li Yuan, their momentum vast and mighty, carrying a sense of powerful rushing impact.
But compared to his Dragon Breath, it was unknown how much weaker it was.
'So that's how it is.'
'Accumulate, then explode, so the power limit is higher than some of the Elders of the Divine Wood Hall.'
Li Yuan nodded, then pretended to be nervous as he quickly swung his blade.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!!
He swung his blade like he was holding a silver platter, pretending to struggle as he resisted the fourteen spinning stabbing swords...
The White Mist Robe was also doing his best to control it.
The two seemed evenly matched.
And at the last moment, Li Yuan suddenly let out a loud shout, his body like lightning, rushing in front of the woman in the white robe, placing the blade against her neck.
