Out of the Tower
Xu Suqin held the bottle in her left hand and pointed at its mouth with her right. At once, a storm surged out from within, mixed with countless sharp fragments of ice as fine as blades, forming a massive freezing current that charged toward the Azure Dragon.
Little Fire Crow and the others watched from afar. Feeling the bone-chilling cold, they flapped their wings and shrieked as they fled into the distance. The Realm-Breaking Insect, the Spirit-Chasing Little White Hound, and the Primordial Spirit of the Flame Dragon also hurriedly retreated.
The killing power of this freezing current mixed with shattered ice was no weaker than that of the dozen or so ice spikes before it. Facing Xu Suqin's enraged attack, the Azure Dragon did not let its guard down. It merely swept a claw through the air, leaving behind a claw mark. The freezing current of shattered ice before it seemed to have been cleaved in two, surging away toward both sides.
Awooo—! Amid the long dragon's roar, the white light formed from its dragon breath intensified once more. The few remaining wolf monsters were reduced to flying ash beneath the dragon breath one after another. Meanwhile, Zhao Qifeng held the azure pearl in his hand and relied on his own strength to protect himself and Xu Suqin, buying her enough time to attack. The pressure he endured was immense. Under that tremendous force, Zhao Qifeng's body was being bent lower and lower.
Xu Suqin was frantic with rage, driving the small white bottle to intensify its assault on the Azure Dragon. Yet no matter how she manipulated the shattered ice and freezing currents—nearly freezing the space within the tower solid—the Azure Dragon always needed only one simple claw swipe to tear apart the mighty