Requesting Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets
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On the frost-covered arena, the cold froze the wind solid.
Chen Shurui's hurried breaths turned into tiny wisps of white mist in the bone-piercing cold. He unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of ice-cold saliva, his throat tightening. "Older Sister Xiao Yi... now...?"
Chen Xinyi stood at the very front, that slender white-clothed figure like a glazed branch embedded in a frozen river.
There was not the slightest fluctuation in her aura. Even the strands of hair at her temples, stirred by the chill, carried a calm, cold-jade sense of order.
"Go deal with the others," she said, her voice like an icy stream sliding over pebbles, without the slightest ripple.
Her gaze did not even shift by half a fraction, still fixed on the core of the giant shadow of butterfly-winged ice swords—there, the frost had condensed into brows and eyes as clear as Zhan Ruoxi's.
Following Xiao Yi's gaze, Chen Mu looked toward the rear of the Ice Seal Team—Bai Zerun's huge White Polar Bear body towered there, forming a triangular defensive formation with two Battle Soul Masters beside him whose auras were just as powerful, protecting a Support Type Soul Master in fluttering white robes at the center.
The auras of ice and mountain intertwined, forming a solid barrier.
Chen Mu nodded heavily and said hoarsely, "Leave it to us."
His rough fingers slid over the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, and he suddenly charged forward.
Chen Shurui, Chen Bin, Su Ningxia, and the other five almost simultaneously locked their auras onto the weak points on the two flanks of the opposing triangular formation—they had to tear open this layer of protection!
Six figures brought up the ear-piercing sound of shattered ice edges as