However formidable the Yinli Ice Mist was, it could not harm him. With a thought from Lu Xiaotian, the Fanluo Spiritfire within him began to circulate. The Yinli Ice Mist that had originally tried to bore straight into his body through his pores now crashed about like headless flies, never finding an opening.
With the bone-piercing ice mist kept outside his body, Lu Xiaotian let out a slight sigh of relief. After all, this was only a substitute and could not wield its true strength. If Ancestor Han Chi himself had come, blocking the assault of this ice mist would likely have been no easy task.
"Ah!" Amid a pained cry, Lu Xiaotian turned toward the sound and saw Fu Jiaojiao engulfed by thick ice mist. In the blink of an eye, her brows and hair had become coated in frost. A dark bluish hue spread across her face; clearly, she had reached the end of her endurance.
Even Zhou Qian'er, whose magical power ran deep, moved sluggishly within the ice mist, her speed severely hampered. At first, she had still been able to look after Fu Jiaojiao, but now, even her trembling lips showed how the frigid mist's assault was continuously draining her magical power. She could barely save herself, let alone spare any energy to rescue Fu Jiaojiao.
The one-armed Daoist nun and the Golden Core girl under her protection were in much the same condition. As for the two blue-robed cultivators who had previously set up the formation, now that they had lost its protection, they fared somewhat better than Fu Jiaojiao, but were still struggling bitterly.
Within a radius of dozens of miles, sinister winds howled and the sea froze over. The ice mist shrouding the area remained dense and unbroken, like an evil ghost floating