Ye Zhi Qiu snorted coldly and opened his mouth, spewing out a blast of chilling frost.
The purplish-red flames sputtered and withered away, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke drifting through the air.
"Brats, the game is over!"
A vicious glint flashed through Ye Zhi Qiu's eyes as his third Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
As purple light flowed around him, he took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out slightly.
"Third Soul Skill—Profound Water Surge!"
As his words fell, a torrent of black water burst from his mouth like a waterfall, sweeping toward Tang San and the other two.
The water appeared soft, yet it contained an immensely powerful freezing force. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed on the verge of solidifying.
Within only a few breaths, Tang San and Ma Hongjun were completely swallowed by the surging black water.
Amid crackling sounds of ice forming, the three of them were frozen into three ice sculptures standing close together. They were firmly trapped in place, and even their Soul Power was temporarily sealed by the extreme cold.
Looking at the three frozen figures, Ye Zhi Qiu revealed a cruel smile.
His fourth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, its purple radiance even more dazzling than that of the previous three Soul Rings.
"Fourth soul skill—Ice Dust Fist!"
He fiercely exhaled two streams of cold air onto his fists, which were quickly covered in a thick layer of ice.
The ice was covered in sharp spikes that gleamed with an icy sheen, resembling two savage gauntlets.
"If you dare act so wildly in front of me, you'll have to pay the price!"
Ye Zhi Qiu grinned viciously and rolled his wrists. The spikes on his ice fists scraped together with a sharp creak.
He suddenly kicked off the