The Law of Strength! Final Word!...
The tall gray-robed man stepped out.
The surrounding chaotic currents instantly transformed into a raging hurricane.
The Law of Wind.
Moyuan wasted no words; ice crystals beneath his feet carried him straight forward.
Ice and wind collided at the center.
The gray-robed man swept both hands out sharply, and countless cyan wind blades visible to the naked eye peeled away from the hurricane, slashing toward Moyuan in a sky-covering onslaught.
Every wind blade contained the power of laws at the Fusion Dao Realm, incomparably sharp, sworn to shred everything before it.
Moyuan brought his hands together, and one thick ice shield after another rapidly condensed in front of him.
The wind blades struck the ice shields.
Ice shards flew in every direction.
The gray-robed man's offensive was endless; the Law of Wind had always excelled in speed and cutting power.
Although Moyuan's Law of Ice was sturdy, under this kind of high-intensity consumption, the speed at which the ice shields formed began to fall behind the speed at which they shattered.
"With just this little bag of tricks, you dare fight for a slot?"
The gray-robed man sneered aloud, and he slammed both hands downward.
The hurricane suddenly contracted, turning into a tornado that connected heaven and earth, directly enveloping Moyuan's entire body within it.
Inside the tornado, countless tiny wind blades were like a meat grinder, madly cutting at the defenses around Moyuan.
Moyuan's expression was cold and stern, without the slightest trace of panic.
The Great Dao of Ice within his body circulated wildly, trying to freeze this tornado from the inside.
But the wind speed was too fast.
The frost had only just condensed when it was ground to pieces by the wild wind.
Moyuan's situation began to turn passive, and