Shui Yue'er poured out a vast amount of Soul Power, struggling to maintain the whirlwind as she shouted smugly, "No matter how sharp a blade is, it can't cut through formless wind."
The cold wind howled, but Huo Yun still faintly heard Shui Yue'er's voice growing increasingly blurred.
Bathed in the cold wind, he felt the pain on the surface of his body slowly fading.
The cold was interfering with his sense of pain.
He swiftly assessed the situation in his mind, then swung the Crane Blade once more.
Only this time, he was not aiming at the whirlwind, but at Shui Yue'er's true body.
The heated blade cut through the whirlwind, broke through the barrier of wind, and the extended edge carved out a semicircle. A sharp flaming blade shot out.
It flew straight toward the center of the arena.
Since the Soul Skill could not be cut apart, then he would attack the Soul Master's true body.
This incomparably condensed Crane Blade ignored the fierce wind and slashed at high speed toward the direction Shui Yue'er's voice had come from.
Within the whirlwind, his vision was obstructed by both shattered ice and cold wind, making it impossible to accurately judge his opponent's position.
He could only rely on the direction of her voice to launch his attack.
But his sudden strike did not cause any change. He heard neither Shui Yue'er's cry nor the referee's declaration.
More importantly, the Icy Whirlwind surrounding him did not stop either.
That made him realize his attack had failed.
Outside the dense, milky-white whirlwind, Shui Yue'er looked in terror at the long, thin blade mark right beside her, so close she could almost touch it.
The Crane Blade had been angled, and part of the blade had flown along the ground toward