'If this keeps up, I'm a dead man!' Frost Throat roared internally.
He abruptly unleashed a frantic burst of Frost Fighting Qi. Swinging his twin swords, he instantly executed a violent Frost Dragon Tornado Slash, forcing back the encircling Xuan Yi and Shivana.
Seizing the opportunity, he immediately took an item out of his Space Ring.
It was a palm-sized Frost Small Sword, its body crystalline and transparent, radiating a heart-stopping, lethal chill.
The blade of the small sword was engraved with intricate ancient runes. The moment he took it out, fine ice crystals began to form in the surrounding air.
This was his trump card, the one meant to save his life: the "Fang of the Frost Prison."
His master, the Frost Sword Saint, had sealed a sliver of Frost Sword Qi within it. When activated, it could turn a hundred-meter radius into a domain of absolute frost.
