Lei Yun drew a deep breath and prepared to strike. He thought to himself, This man must already be at the end of his rope down here. There is no way he can make a move. Now is instead the best time to capture him.
But before Lei Yun could act, Yan Chihuo descended another twenty-odd zhang into the water, with no sign of stopping. Lei Yun hurried after him, afraid that if he attacked, Yan Chihuo would seize the chance to escape.
After descending those twenty-odd zhang again, Lei Yun immediately sensed that something was wrong and hastily flew upward. But a sheet of sword light slashed toward him—it was Yan Chihuo attacking.
The sword light was naturally far less powerful than it had been on shore, yet Lei Yun was utterly shocked. Here, he was already hard-pressed to resist the cold with all his strength. How could he possibly still use spells or divine abilities?
Alarmed, Lei Yun raised his Lightning Cone and barely blocked the blow. Yan Chihuo twisted his body and vanished. Lei Yun was startled and was about to ascend when another streak of sword light shot at him from the side. Yan Chihuo had transformed into the water currents here; how could Lei Yun possibly detect him?
Lei Yun barely evaded the strike, but another sword wound appeared beneath his ribs. No blood flowed from it—instead, a layer of ice had already formed over the wound.
Lei Yun knew things were bad. Ignoring Yan Chihuo's attacks, he forcibly flew upward. Yet the moment he turned, another streak of sword light swept past and severed both his feet.
The Ice Fire Cold Spring was incomparably frigid. Although Lei Yun felt little pain, the cold surged far more violently into him through his wounds.
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