The moment this blade emerged, the entire battle barrier instantly rang with a buzzing hum, frost abruptly spreading across its surface.
In the next instant, an eerie chill arose with it.
It was the aura of Xu He's Northern Abyss Cold Mountain. With another thunderous hum, sword radiance, cold, dark, and sinister, crashed violently toward Sikong Jing's Eternal Night Ice Dance Blade.
Awoo...
At that very moment, the battle blade in Sikong Jing's hand seemed to erupt with wave after wave of wolf howls. Then, within the battle barrier that seemed filled with ice and snow, a ferocious wolf shadow burst into existence.
In but an instant, it tore apart the surrounding eerie cold.
The entire venue fell silent. Before everyone's eyes, the ferocious wolf shadow had already pounced toward the core of that icy chill.
In other words, it lunged at Xu He with surging momentum.
"Northern Abyss Mountain Blast..."
The next moment, Xu He's voice boomed. An iceberg seemed to materialize above the ferocious wolf, then came crashing down, grinding the wolf shadow to pieces.
The ferocious wolf shattered like an illusion...
Yet with soft bursts, the ice and snow gathered anew, forming a fresh wolf shadow. The wolf shadow split into a thousand, as though slashing out a thousand blades...
Boom boom boom...
Xu He's Northern Abyss Mountain Blast was shredded to pieces by the blade shadows, revealing Xu He once more.
His expression had turned incomparably grave, yet his fighting spirit boiled.
The sword in Xu He's hand also transformed into a thousand swords, clanging madly against the ferocious wolf's thousand blades. Since they were inside the battle barrier, space was limited, so the two could only compete in speed...
On one side was the domineering ferocious wolf; on the other, the sinisterly cold sword. In