The moment the thought arose, Liu Changlin saw a humanoid outline emerge within the vast white ice mist, traced in faint Silver Spirit Light. He could not help but feel startled and suspicious.
But the hailstones flying out from the numerous ice mirrors clearly would not give him time to think.
Gritting his teeth, Liu Changlin transformed into an azure streak once more and shot straight toward the humanoid outline.
"What?!"
At once, the pallid man's voice, filled with extreme shock and fury, rang out from within the ice mist.
The next moment, accompanied by a scream, the white ice mist shrouding the entire restriction sphere rapidly dispersed, revealing the pallid man's body covered in slash marks and dripping with blood!
Azure Spiritual Light remained in every one of those wounds, continuously tearing apart the surrounding flesh.
To keep his injuries from worsening, the pallid man could only mobilize a large amount of Immortal Yuan Power to suppress and wear away the Azure Spiritual Light. Not only did this force him to endure immense pain, it also caused his strength to plummet.
"H-how did you see through the location of my true body?!"
The pallid man endured the agonizing pain, his face twisted as he asked in an utterly unwilling tone.
In truth, it was not as though he lacked protective divine abilities capable of blocking Liu Changlin's attack. He simply had not used them due to underestimating his opponent.
After all, the less Immortal Yuan Power he expended in this match, the greater the advantage he would have in the next round!
Although Liu Changlin was also extremely puzzled at this moment, he naturally would not be foolish enough to tell the truth.
In fact, he had no intention of replying at all. After snorting coldly, a pair of