The next moment, a violent, heart-piercing pain exploded from the depths of his spiritual platform.
That pain was not the sharp agony of blades and axes cutting into flesh.
Nor was it the scorching pain of fire or the biting pain of ice.
It was an icy, piercing pain that seemed to freeze him from within.
It seeped outward from the core of his Primordial Spirit.
It was as if countless hair-thin ice needles had pierced deep into his soul at once, each one pouring a bone-chilling gloom into his Primordial Spirit.
That chill spread rapidly along his meridians. Within a few breaths, it had occupied the meridians of half his body, and a thin layer of white frost covered his right arm from shoulder to fingertips.
"Hiss..."
Li Tian sucked in a sharp breath, the muscles in his face twitching violently.
His body suddenly stiffened for an instant, and the strength in his grip on the axe loosened by a fraction.
The axe tip, which had been pointing straight ahead, drooped slightly and nearly slipped from his hands.
Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on the axe handle again, feeling the right half of his body continuously losing warmth.
That cold moved slowly through his meridians like a living thing, and every movement brought another burst of piercing pain.
He lowered his head and glanced at his right arm.
The frost on its surface had already spread to his elbow. Beneath his skin, faint blue cold light could be seen flowing slowly through his blood vessels.
Where his palm gripped the axe handle, a dense layer of ice crystals had formed. Along their edges, the crystals were climbing upward following the grain of the handle.
"What is this?"
Li Tian raised his head to look at Ling'er, his