"Tch—don't underestimate me!"
Hai Bodong's furious shout exploded like cracking ice, and the temperature throughout the shop plummeted as if winter had descended in an instant.
Thick, impenetrable milky-white frost mist surged from his body, baring its fangs and claws as though alive, swallowing every inch of space in an instant.
Mo Lin felt his vision turn to chaos, his sense of direction and distance blurring at once. Worse still was the bone-piercing chill—the moment the mist touched his skin, icy coldness drilled into his pores like fine needles, stagnating the flow of his blood and Dou Qi and making his movements noticeably sluggish.
"What strange frost mist! It not only disrupts perception, but can directly limit movement speed!" Mo Lin's heart tightened.
This was the foundation of a former Dou Emperor. Even though his realm had fallen, his application of combat skills and control over energy still far surpassed that of an ordinary Dou Ling.
"Boy, your perception is quite sharp. Unfortunately, perception alone isn't enough!" Hai Bodong's cold voice came from deep within the mist, drifting unpredictably, making it impossible to pinpoint his exact location.
Before his words had faded, a faint yet piercing whistle tore through the air beside Mo Lin's ear!
Countless ice threads as fine as cow hairs, gleaming with a sinister chill, shot toward Mo Lin from every direction like a net cast over heaven and earth!
Though these ice threads looked delicate, the penetrating force and extreme cold contained within them were enough to easily pierce through a Da Dou Shi's protective Dou Qi.
Once they wrapped around someone, that person would become an ice sculpture in an instant, left at another's mercy!
At this critical moment, Mo Lin remained calm. The Yin Yang Feather Transformation Art circulated within him at an unprecedented