Lin Xuan was in no mood to slowly wear him down here. He was worried about that Little Fellow Xiang'er.
The Snow Fox Clan was facing the Ice Bears and Cold Mice, and the situation was dire to the extreme. He had to hurry back as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation.
As the thought turned through his mind, a few traces of hostility gradually appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
Above his head, goose-feather snow was still drifting down without end. The mournful wind entered his ears, and the cold gale swept the snowflakes together toward the center. Spiritual light dazzled the eyes, and in an instant, they transformed into a five-clawed ice dragon, crystalline and translucent, its entire body gleaming with a deep-blue luster.
It opened its bloody maw wide and spat a beam of light a zhang or so in diameter at Lin Xuan. At the same time, it shook its head and swung its tail as it charged over.
"You're courting death!"
A fierce look flashed across Lin Xuan's face. Without any unnecessary movement from him, the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword was already sweeping freely in all directions. In a few flashes, it chopped that five-clawed ice dragon into several sections.
As for that beam of light, it was also blocked by Lin Xuan's protective barrier and had not the slightest killing power.
It seemed as if he had perfectly neutralized this wave of attacks, yet there was not the slightest joy on Lin Xuan's face. Sure enough, from midair, Ice Old Demon's voice drifted into his ears again, carrying a bit of arrogance and mockery. "Little Fellow, there's no need to struggle. In my domain, I am the master. Here, you cannot defeat me..."
Before his words had even fallen, an inconceivable