A gust of wind swept up the drifting snow, and biting cold descended from the sky. The Fighting Energy within Xiao Yan could not hold out much longer.
The Fighting Energy consumed by the transformation into wings was ultimately not something a mere Dou Shi like him could afford.
"Gather!"
A glimmer flashed through Little Spirit's icy wine-red eyes. Towering fury and longing seemed to sing within that single word.
Snowflakes condensed into swords one after another. Icy, bone-piercing swords gathered around Little Spirit, their sharp edges gleaming with a peculiar light beneath the sun.
"Go!"
At the white-haired, red-eyed woman's low cry, ice swords burst forth from all around in an instant.
High in the air, Xiao Yan's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the countless sword shadows. He silently called out in his heart, Medicine Elder, save me...
"Leave it to me. Give me your body..." Medicine Elder's voice flashed through Xiao Yan's mind, and an immense pressure erupted from Xiao Yan's body.
His originally pitch-black eyes turned deathly pale, while his thick black hair transformed into long silver-white locks that fluttered in the wind.
"Whoosh!"
An ice sword streaked past Xiao Yan's face, its frigid aura carving a crimson wound across his handsome features.
"Tsk, that wasn't very friendly."
Medicine Elder had nearly been pierced through the skull by an ice sword while taking over Xiao Yan's body. Looking at the vast sea of sword shadows, he smiled faintly and snapped his fingers.
"Snap!"
At some point, countless sword shadows had ignited with silver-white flames. Blazing heat descended upon the world alongside the cold.
Countless flames burned in the sky like a fireworks display, dazzling and brilliant.
Xiao Yan smiled faintly. The silver-white Fighting Energy wings behind him seemed to be constantly burning through space...
"Who exactly