Li Tian swung his axe across in front of him in that instant.
The broad of the axe blocked the white line's path forward.
The white line struck the axe with an exceptionally crisp ring, then burst into a spray of fine silver-white sparks.
Those sparks fell onto the axe, leaving a thin layer of frost across its dark-golden surface. Under the resistance of the Force Law, the frost quickly melted into a wisp of vapor and vanished.
But that block had only stopped the white line's frontal impact.
Among the sparks flung out when the white line shattered, a tiny gleam of silver, so small it was nearly invisible, slipped around the axe's coverage.
It lightly touched the skin behind Li Tian's left ear.
That touch was extraordinarily faint, like someone pressing the chill of a fingertip against the back of his ear.
But Li Tian's body suddenly swayed.
Starting from that point behind his left ear, an icy, stabbing pain even more violent than the previous two times instantly exploded through the meridians behind his ear.
Like an ice river bursting its banks, it flooded into the depths of his spiritual platform.
The pain came fierce and dense, spreading from behind his ear all the way to the crown of his head, seeping from deep between his brows straight through to the occipital bone at the back of his skull.
The frost on his right arm suddenly spread to his shoulder blade, while several hair-thin ice cracks appeared at the tips of the fingers on his left hand.
"Hiss..."
Li Tian clenched his teeth and let out a muffled groan.
His axe tilted, its tip nearly striking the top of his own foot.
He braced himself on his knee and bent over, taking a full two breaths before