Crack!
With a sharp crack, the Mid Baleful Fiend's left shoulder armor shattered under the heavy blow, and black blood gushed from the cracks.
The tremendous force also caved in part of his chest. The dark red markings on his armor flickered erratically, a clear sign of serious injury.
"Roaar!"
The Mid Baleful Fiend let out a shrill, furious roar, his entire body staggering backward from the impact.
The slash he had aimed at Lin Qing veered off course, his bone blade sweeping three feet above Lin Qing's head with a gust of cold wind.
Before the Mid Baleful Fiend could steady himself, Ji Han's Ice Arrow arrived, shooting straight toward his head.
The temperature plummeted wherever the Ice Arrow passed, coating even the ground in a thin layer of ice crystals.
The Mid Baleful Fiend's combat instincts were truly astonishing. Just as the Ice Arrow was about to strike...
His head jerked to the right in an utterly unnatural movement, as though there were no bones in his neck.
The Ice Arrow grazed his left cheek, its tip slicing through his armor and drawing a spray of black blood.
But the power of Ji Han's arrow went far beyond that.
The instant the Ice Arrow brushed the fiend's cheek, it exploded like an ice-blue flower blooming in the night.
Countless tiny ice crystals burst from the arrow, engulfing half the Mid Baleful Fiend's head.
The moment those tiny crystals touched his skin, their power erupted, and a layer of white frost rapidly spread from the wound.
It first covered his left cheek, then spread across his entire head before creeping down his neck.
Wherever that white frost passed, fine ice crystals formed on his armor. His muscles began to stiffen, and his movements visibly slowed.
The Mid Baleful Fiend