When Zhou Hao saw Lu Yi and Old Yi rush before him in the blink of an eye, he did not panic. He could see their movements clearly, as though they had been slowed down.
He immediately circulated that power which did not belong to him, and the temperature across a million miles of space instantly dropped to bitter cold.
Lu Yi and Old Yi became alert. Without another word, they tacitly retreated a million miles away and watched Zhou Hao with grave expressions.
They could tell that Zhou Hao was not familiar with this power of ice. Otherwise, there was no way they could have escaped just now.
"What's going on?" Lu Yi was utterly bewildered. He truly could not make sense of Zhou Hao's current condition.
Zhou Hao looked as though he were wielding power that did not belong to him.
"He's gone!" Old Yi suddenly shouted.
Lu Yi's heart jolted. In that brief lapse of concentration, he had actually lost track of Zhou Hao.
At that moment, Zhou Hao had already appeared a light-year directly above them.
Zhou Hao looked down at them as an icy aura spread outward from him. One Ice Sword after another formed, then fell from above like rain.
"Above!" Lu Yi immediately sensed the danger and abruptly looked up, only to see countless Ice Swords descending from the sky.
"Dodge!"
Lu Yi made a snap decision. Unsure whether he could block them, he could only evade first.
Old Yi had initially thought the same, but once he truly moved, he discovered that his speed had slowed greatly.
His eyes widened slightly. "The cold has sealed off space. It's affecting our speed too severely."
As he spoke, he struggled to dodge one Ice Sword, only for the next one to arrive immediately.
There