Extreme Cold Shield.
A massive invisible sealing space.
Inside the entire Extreme Cold Shield, ice and fire clashed.
The enormous transparent hemispherical space was split in two in an instant.
On Drunken Elder's side were blazing, scalding red Battle Clouds that covered the mountains and plains!
On Chou Baihen's side were icy white Battle Clouds, filled with killing intent and capable of freezing everything.
Countless experts could not withstand the extreme heat and cold, vomiting blood and collapsing one after another. Even those with means of protecting themselves could not organize an attack. They could only hide somewhere and struggle to survive, praying for the clash between these two men to end soon.
For an instant, Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian felt as if they were about to die.
But someone grabbed them, and the two of them burrowed underground.
Bang—!
About seven or eight seconds passed.
To everyone inside the Extreme Cold Shield, those few seconds felt incomparably long. Every second subjected them to unbearable torment, then another second, and another...
Why was it not over yet?
At last, the cold instantly crushed all the flames!
With a boom!
Chou Baihen stood where he was, coldly watching Drunken Elder.
Drunken Elder braced himself against the ground with one hand, coughing up blood.
His body was covered in countless wounds. His solid muscles had been sliced apart by threads of frost, leaving him densely covered in cuts. He was nearly a man drenched in blood.
Chou Baihen smiled. "It could only be you. In a situation like this, you still dared to fight this desperately? Did you really think I was so weak that I couldn't even take down half an Old Man Wu?"
Drunken Elder wanted to speak, but before he could open his mouth, he spat out