"Xue Hu, take this move of mine!" Wei Ling Yang roared. He lightly pointed his right hand at Old Ancestor Xue Hu, and at once, a pillar of light, magnificent beyond measure, blasted fiercely toward him.
Old Ancestor Xue Hu snorted softly and raised a hand. An enormous wall of ice appeared, completely blocking the pillar of light with effortless ease.
Then, Old Ancestor Xue Hu opened his mouth and exhaled. Clumps of icy breath, like spinning flying axes, shot toward Wei Ling Yang.
Wei Ling Yang's expression immediately changed.
These spinning icy flying axes were exceedingly troublesome. He had already suffered greatly from them before, and more importantly, he had no means to counter them.
Helplessly, Wei Ling Yang could only fly into the Immortal Gu House Jiao Lian Camp and use its powerful defensive might to protect himself.
Bang bang bang.
A string of light impacts rang out as the icy flying axes followed Wei Ling Yang, crashing one after another onto Jiao Lian Camp.
Jiao Lian Camp shook and trembled. Vast amounts of frost spread wildly, and in an instant, many of the mortal Gu comprising the Immortal Gu House were frozen to death.
"Quick, repair the Immortal Gu House!"
"Someone is injured, treat him quickly!"
"Activate the Immortal Gu House, use offense as defense!!"
The Gu Immortals inside the Immortal Gu House were thrown into chaos.
Wei Ling Yang panted heavily. Without his noticing, his right hand had already frozen into a lump of ice.
"When exactly did I get hit?" Even Wei Ling Yang himself was greatly startled as he looked at the injury on his right hand.
Old Ancestor Xue Hu's methods emerged one after another. They were either vast and mighty in power, or strange and sinister, making them impossible to guard against.