Wu Changkong flew forward once more. Perhaps Leviathan had looked down too much on these "ants," for after devouring their attacks, it actually did not immediately launch another round of attacks.
It merely watched them in silence, its gaze filled with mockery and disdain, as if it were enjoying some insignificant farce.
There was no doubt that it was toying with them, like a child playing with ants that had no ability to resist, wanting to savor to the fullest their struggle and despair before death.
However, this was exactly what Wu Changkong had hoped for. The more the other side underestimated them, the greater the chance Luo Guixing and the others would have to escape later.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Absolute Zero."
Wu Changkong gripped the Skyfrost Sword tightly with both hands. The blade trembled nonstop, and his entire body gradually began to turn ice-blue, while his long hair also became as white as snow.
On the surface of his Battle Armor, "Heavenly Dragon Ice," at the left side of his chest, a patch of exquisitely layered patterning appeared. If one looked closely, one would discover that the pattern was actually the figure of a woman.
This was something Wu Changkong had personally engraved when carving the core formation into his Battle Armor.
At that moment, a trace of tenderness suddenly flashed through Wu Changkong's icy eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile. Though he was surrounded by a world of ice and snow, that rare smile of his was like spring sunlight, warm and bright.
In that instant, his entire being seemed to transcend this world filled with danger and enter another time and space, quiet and beautiful.
"Long Bing, I'm sorry. In the end, I still couldn't avenge you. And Teacher, Little Junior