Lin Qi let out a breath, and a wisp of flame flickered at the corner of his mouth.
The black-haired man, whose body had been scorched slightly red, sneered and shook his head at Lin Qi. "Well? Despairing now? I don't feel any pain. I don't feel anything at all. Your attacks cannot harm me in the slightest!"
Lin Qi smiled. Then he swept out both hands, and the dark clouds high above churned. Huge icicle pillars came whistling down upon the black-haired man. The viscous dark-blue ice pillars were unimaginably cold, and the moment they struck his body, they erupted with sharp, hissing crackles.
More than a dozen tiny fissures suddenly split open across the black-haired man's chest. The crisp sounds of cracking made his expression turn incomparably strange.
"I remember now how the Crystal People were exterminated back then!" Dragon Cliff sighed faintly. "The first colonial army was wiped out to the last man by them. But after research uncovered their weakness—a fear of sudden temperature shifts—the second colonial army wiped out ninety percent of them, keeping only a batch in the native creature preserve as research specimens."
"How is that possible?!" the black-haired man screamed hoarsely. "How could that be possible?!"
Several dozen tiny yellow crystal flakes drifted down from the black-haired man's chest. On an ordinary person, it would have meant a layer of flesh being peeled away. The black-haired man let out a shriek of shock and fury, and his body swayed as the gravity around Lin Qi abruptly intensified by more than a thousandfold.
More than half of Lin Qi's body sank into the ground with a crash. Before he could struggle free, the black-haired man, covered from head to toe in blue frost, had already charged at him, bringing a fist crashing down