"Then we kill our way out." Lu Xiaotian spoke calmly, patting his storage pouch. A gourd floated out from within—it was the Haoyin Gourd.
For some time now, he had periodically poured vast amounts of spiritual power into the gourd to refine it, all in preparation for unforeseen circumstances. It happened to be useful now.
Lu Xiaotian formed hand seals and repeatedly pointed at the Haoyin Gourd.
"Putting on a show? Could it be you think you can take in this Island Lord's serpent horde?" The Bliss Island Lord no longer held back in the slightest. The surrounding serpent horde surged toward them.
Luo Ping'er's heart turned ice-cold. What she relied on most now was still her spider puppet. Although she had gathered several more defensive magical artifacts, in such a desperate situation, they would sooner or later be exhausted.
Hiss! Bone-piercing cold swept through her entire body in an instant.
Luo Ping'er stared at the gourd in horror, seeing enormous quantities of white mist pour out from within.
"Yinli Ice Mist!" Luo Ping'er's face drained of color. No, even ordinary Yinli Ice Mist should not possess such power. Even she, a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator, felt chilled to the marrow, her teeth beginning to chatter.
"Mere Yinli Ice Mist may be rare, but how could it possibly block this Island Lord's serpent horde?" The Bliss Island Lord burst into laughter, but his smile soon froze on his face.
The Yinli Ice Mist spread farther and farther. The moment the azure pythons enveloped by it were touched, their bodies shuddered. Most serpents feared the cold. When winter came, they burrowed into their nests to hibernate. Demonic pythons had already transcended ordinary serpents, yet when they encountered objects of extreme cold, they still could not escape their serpentine instincts—unless they