Without the sensation of striking something solid, Zi Zhenzhu understood that she had fallen into a trap.
She instinctively tried to flee, but with Zhang Yang prepared while she was not, how could Zi Zhenzhu possibly escape his grasp?
When facing the Poison-Tongued Cloud-Seeking Hand's attack, Zhang Yang's body seemed to instinctively lean back slightly as his right leg stretched straight forward. Because of the First Soul Skill, Elementalization, even though Zhang Yang's nearly sixty-yard foot merged with Zi Zhenzhu's, she felt nothing at all.
Yet that single moment of carelessness had doomed Zi Zhenzhu's life.
Ice Age.
Zhang Yang gave a cold shout. Almost at the same instant, before Zi Zhenzhu could dodge, she felt a bone-chilling cold erupt from her right foot. Then she realized that her entire right leg had gone numb.
What kind of bizarre soul skill is this? Isn't he an archer? Zi Zhenzhu cried out in her heart, terrified. At the same time, she pushed off the ground with her still-mobile left leg, doing everything she could to control her body as she drifted backward.
Taking advantage of that brief opening, Zi Zhenzhu stole a glance at her right leg and was shocked to find that it was already giving off Senluo Cold Qi, transformed into something like an ice sculpture.
Was her right leg crippled?
Just as Zi Zhenzhu was thrown into a panic and had no idea what to do next, Zhang Yang's hands, still holding the posture of drawing a bow, suddenly adjusted their angle. The Yellow Light Arrow, over three meters long, aimed straight at Zi Zhenzhu's chest.
The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth rose again as he sneered, "Hit."
The next moment, Zhang Yang released the bowstring with his right hand.
The Light Arrow, formed entirely from yellow light,