Ice Soul Light Versus the Guardian Ring
Nangong Hongye said with certainty, "Believe it or not, I remember that this power can only come from someone of the Dragon Race!"
"And then?" Xuan Chen's smile didn't fade.
"You're a spirit, so I imagine you've been trapped in this formation for many years. Do you know the state of the Dragon Race today?" he suddenly asked with a cold laugh.
A trace of sharpness flickered almost imperceptibly in Xuan Chen's eyes. Then he asked with a smiling face, "Oh?"
"The Dragon Race no longer exists!" Nangong Hongye announced the news known to all, like a victor. He had only one goal: to unsettle Xuan Chen and find an opportunity to break through.
Xuan Chen, however, smiled without changing his expression. "I see. Thank you for telling me."
With that, he smiled and reached out, lightly squeezing the air in the direction where Nangong Hongye stood.
In an instant, Nangong Hongye felt himself pinned down by a powerful force.
That spiritual energy was like a bottomless ocean, pressing him deep beneath its surface. Bone-chilling cold seeped from his limbs into his body. After its forceful invasion came a frenzied rampage.
The biting cold surged through his body, madly freezing and tearing apart his flesh and tissues.
He struggled desperately to break free, but it was useless. He couldn't summon his spiritual energy, the feeling of suffocation grew stronger, and his entire body seemed to have lost all sensation. He couldn't move at all!
"Young Master!" Yan Jin and the others saw his predicament and shouted in panic, trying to rush to his aid. But they couldn't dispel the cold inside their own bodies, either. Unable to summon their spiritual energy, they were no better than cripples!
"Damn it, how can this guy