The tall gray-robed man stepped forward.
The surrounding Chaos airflow instantly transformed into a raging hurricane.
Law of Wind.
Mo Yuan wasted no words; ice crystals beneath his feet carried him straight forward to meet it.
Ice and wind collided at the center.
The gray-robed man swung both hands fiercely, and countless visible cyan wind blades peeled away from the hurricane, slashing toward Mo Yuan in a heaven-covering, earth-shrouding wave.
Every wind blade contained the power of laws at the Fusion Dao Realm, incomparably sharp, as if sworn to cut everything before it to pieces.
Mo Yuan brought his hands together, and heavy ice shields rapidly condensed in front of him one after another.
The wind blades hacked into the ice shields.
Shards of ice flew in all directions.
The gray-robed man's offensive came in an unbroken stream; the Law of Wind was already known for speed and cutting force.
Though Mo Yuan's Law of Ice was sturdy, under such intense consumption, the speed at which the ice shields formed began to fall behind the speed at which they shattered.
"With only this much ability, you dare come fight for a slot?"
The gray-robed man sneered aloud, then pressed both hands down fiercely.
The hurricane abruptly contracted, turning into a tornado that connected heaven and earth, directly enveloping Mo Yuan's entire body within it.
Inside the tornado, countless tiny wind blades were like a meat grinder, madly slicing at the defenses around Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan's expression was cold and stern, without the slightest trace of panic.
The Dao of Ice within him circulated wildly, trying to freeze this tornado from the inside.
But the wind was too fast.
The frost had only just condensed before it was shredded by the violent wind.
Mo Yuan's situation began to turn passive,